They’re both as sorry hacks as Rocinante.”

Dialogue Between Babieca and Rocinante

“How comes it, Rocinante, you’re so lean?”

“I’m underfed, with overwork I’m worn.”

“But what becomes of all the hay and corn?”

“My master gives me none; he’s much too mean.”

“Come, come, you show ill-breeding, sir, I ween;

’Tis like an ass your master thus to scorn.”

“ He is an ass, will die an ass, an ass was born;