Ye old mule that think yourself so fair, <br />Leave off with craft your beauty to repair, <br />For it is true, without any fable, <br />No man setteth more by riding in your saddle. <br />Too much travail so do your train appair. <br /> Ye old mule <br /> <br />With false savour though you deceive th'air, <br />Whoso taste you shall well perceive your lair <br />Savoureth somewhat of a Kappurs stable. <br /> Ye old mule <br /> <br />Ye must now serve to market and to fair, <br />All for the burden, for panniers a pair. <br />For since gray hairs been powdered in your sable, <br />The thing ye seek for, you must yourself enable <br />To purchase it by payment and by prayer, <br /> Ye old mule.<br /><br />Sir Thomas Wyatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ye-old-mule/
