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TOMAS DE IRIARTE.
59
"Summer or winter, early to rise
With the stars the practice seek;
For sleeping the senses stupefies,
And leaves you languid and weak."
Confused, the poor lamb the counsels compares,
And cannot perceive in his mind,
That contrary each advising declares,
But how he himself is inclined.
And thus we find authors the practice make,
To hold, as infallibly true,
The rules they fancy themselves to take,
And in their own writings pursue.
THE FLINT AND THE STEEL.
Cruelly bent, it chanced the Flint
Ill-treated the Steel one day;
And wounding, gave it many a dint,
To draw its sparks away.
When laid aside, this angry cried
To that, "What would your value be
Without my help?" the Flint replied,
"As much as yours, sir, but for me."
