A charger, feeling the infirmities
of age, was sent to work in a mill instead of going
out to battle. But when he was compelled to
grind instead of serving in the wars, he bewailed his
change of fortune and called to mind his former state,
saying, “Ah! Miller, I had indeed to go
campaigning before, but I was barbed from counter
to tail, and a man went along to groom me; and now
I cannot understand what ailed me to prefer the mill
before the battle.” “Forbear,”
said the Miller to him, “harping on what was
of yore, for it is the common lot of mortals to sustain
the ups and downs of fortune.”
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