Tired from play, one quiet, warm summer day,
Hard by a deep well a slumbering boy lay.
Dame Fortune came by, and, seeing his danger,
Awakened the lad, who, to her was no stranger,
And said, "Had you fallen in while lying so still,
Everyone would have said that I'd used you ill.
Now please tell me truly, if you should thus die,
Who would be to blame, little man, you or I?"
Don't blame poor old Dame Fortune, let me implore,
Don't lay all your folly at Dame Fortune's door.
Source: Thummel: Aesop in Rhyme.
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