An Ass¹ was loaded with good provisions of several sorts, which, in time of harvest, he was carrying into the field for his master and the reapers² to dine upon. By the way he met with a fine large Thistle, and, being very hungry, began to mumble³ it; and while he was doing so he entered into this reflection: "How many greedy epicures⁴ would think themselves happy, amidst such a variety of delicate viands⁵ as I now carry! But to me this bitter, prickly Thistle is more savory⁶ and relishing⁷ than the most exquisite⁸ and sumptuous⁹ banquet. Let others choose what they may for food, but give me, above everything, a fine juicy thistle like this and I will be content."

Every one to his taste: one man's meat is another man's poison, and one man's poison is another man's meat; what is rejected by one person may be valued very highly by another.