The Two Bald Men

As on his way a Bald-pate went, He found a comb by accident; Another, with a head as bare, Pursued, and hollow'd for a share. The first produced the prize, and cried, " Good Providence was on our side; But by the strange caprice of Fate, We 're to no purpose fortunate; And, as the proverb says, have found A hobnail, for a hundred pound." They by this tale may be relieved Whose sanguine hopes have been deceived.