Esop and the Insolent Fellow

Fools from success perdition meet. An idle wretch about the street At Esop threw a stone in rage. " So much the better," quoth the sage, And gives three farthings for the job; " I've no more money in my fob; But if you 'll follow my advice, More shall be levied in a trice." It happen'd that the selfsame hour Came by a man of wealth and pow'r. " There, throw your pellet at my lord, And you shall have a sure reward!" The fellow did as he was told; But mark the downfall of the bold; His hopes are baulk'd, and, lo! he gains A rope and gibbet for his pains.'