Book 9

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The Treasure and the Two Men

A man whose credit failed, and what was worse, Who lodged the devil in his purse,— That is to say, lodged nothing there,— By self-suspension in the air Concluded his accounts to square, Since, should he not, he understood,

The Husband, the Wife, and the Thief

A man that loved,—and loved his wife,— Still led an almost joyless life. No tender look, nor gracious word, Nor smile, that, coming from a bride, Its object would have deified, Ever told her doting lord

Jupiter and the Passenger

How danger would the gods enrich, If we the vows remembered which It drives us to! But, danger past, Kind Providence is paid the last. No earthly debt is treated so.

The Wax-Candle

From bowers of gods the bees came down to man. On Mount Hymettus, first, they say, They made their home, and stored away The treasures which the zephyrs fan. When men had robbed these daughters of the sky,

The Mouse Changed into a Maid

A mouse once from an owl's beak fell; I had not have picked it up, I wis; A Brahmin did it: very well; Each country has its prejudice. The mouse, indeed, was sadly bruised.

The Two Doves

Two doves once cherished for each other The love that brother has for brother. But one, of scenes domestic tiring, To see the foreign world aspiring, Was fool enough to undertake A journey long, over land and lake.