A Shepherd, watching his Ass feeding in a meadow, was alarmed
all of a sudden by the cries of the enemy. He appealed to the
Ass to fly with him, lest they should both be captured, but the
animal lazily replied, "Why should I, pray? Do you think it likely
the conqueror will place on me two sets of panniers?"
"No," rejoined the Shepherd.
"Then," said the Ass, "as long as I carry the panniers, what
matters it to me whom I serve?"
In a change of government, the poor change nothing beyond the
name of their master.
(Translated by George Fyler Townsend, 1814-1900)