Waching daily Apr 2 2017

The Grasshopper and the Ant

A Grasshopper gay

Sang the summer away,

And found herself poor

By the winter's first roar.

Of meat or of bread,

Not a morsel she had !

So a begging she went,

To her neighbour the ant,

For the loan of some wheat,

Which would serve her to eat

Till the season came round.

I will pay you she saith,

On an animal's faith,

Double weight in the pound Ere the harvest be bound.

The ant is a friend (And here she might mend)

Little given to lend.

How spent you the summer ?

Quoth she, looking shame At the borrowing dame.

Night and day to each comer

I sang, if you please.

You sang ! I'm at ease ;

For 'tis plain at a glance, Now, ma'am, you must dance.

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The Drunkard and his wife

Each has his fault, to which he clings

In spite of shame or fear.

This apophthegm a story brings,

To make its truth more clear.

A sot had lost health, mind, and purse;

And, truly, for that matter,

Sots mostly lose the latter Ere running half their course.

When wine, one day,

of wit had fill'd the room,

His wife inclosed him in a spacious tomb.

There did the fumes evaporate At leisure from his drowsy pate.

When he awoke, he found His body wrapped around

With grave-clothes, chill and damp, Beneath a dim sepulchral lamp.

How's this ? My wife a widow sad ? He cried, and I a ghost ? Dead ? dead ?

Thereat his spouse, with snaky hair, And robes like those the Furies wear,

With voice to fit the realms below,

Brought boiling candle to his bier

For Lucifer the proper cheer ;

By which her husband came to know For he had heard of those three ladies

Himself a citizen of Hades.

What may your office be ? The phantom question'd he.

I'm server up of Pluto's meat,

And brings his guests the same to eat.

Well, says the sot, not taking time to think,

And don't you bring us anything to drink ?