A Gnat having challenged a Bull to a trial of strength, all the People came to see the combat. Then {said} the Gnat: “’Tis enough that you have come to meet me in combat; for {though} little in my own idea, I am great in your judgment,” {and so saying}, he took himself off on light wing through the air, and duped the multitude, and eluded the threats of the Bull. {Now} if the Bull had kept in mind his strength of neck, and had contemned an ignoble foe, the vapouring of the trifler would have been all in vain. He loses character who puts himself on a level with the undeserving. FABLE XVII. THE HORSE AND THE ASS. A Steed, swelling {with pride} beneath his trappings, met an Ass, and because the latter, wearied with his load, made room very slowly: “Hardly,” said {the Horse}, “can I restrain myself from kicking you severely.” The Ass held his peace, only appealing with his groans to the Gods. The Horse in a short space of time, broken-winded with running, is sent to the farm. There the Ass espying him laden with dung, thus jeered him: “Where are your former trappings, vain boaster, who have now fallen into the misery which you treated with such contempt?” Let not the fortunate man, unmindful of the uncertainty of fortune, despise the lowly one, seeing that he knows not what he may come to himself. FABLE XVIII. THE BIRDS, THE BEASTS, AND THE BAT. The Birds were at war with the Beasts, and the conquerors were defeated in their turn; but the Bat, fearing the doubtful issue of {the strife}, always betook himself to those whom he saw victorious. When they had returned to their former state of peace, the fraud was apparent to both sides; convicted therefore of a crime so disgraceful, {and} flying from the light, he thenceforth hid himself in deep darkness, always flying alone by night. Whoever offers himself for sale to both sides, will live a life of disgrace, hateful to them both. FABLE XIX. THE NIGHTINGALE, THE HAWK, AND THE FOWLER. While a Hawk was sitting in a Nightingale’s nest, on the watch for a Hare, he found there some young ones. The Mother, alarmed at the danger of her offspring, flew up, and suppliantly entreated him to spare her young ones. “I will do what you wish,” he replied, “if you will sing me a tuneful song with a clear voice.” On this, much as her heart failed her, still, through fear, she obeyed, and being compelled, full of grief she sang. The Hawk, who had seized the prey, {then} said: “You have not sung your best;” and, seizing one of the young ones with his claws, began to devour it. A Fowler approaches from another direction, and stealthily extending his reed,[5] touches the perfidious {creature} with bird-lime, and drags him to the ground. Whoever lays crafty stratagems for others, ought to beware that he himself be not entrapped by cunning.