The Dog in the River

The churl that wants another's fare Deserves at least to lose his share. As through the stream a Dog convey'd A piece of meat, he spied his shade In the clear mirror of the flood, And thinking it was flesh and blood, Snapp'd to deprive him of the treat:- But mark the glutton's self-defeat, Miss'd both another's and his own, Both shade and substance, beef and bone.