"Take then this note"—'twas twenty pound;

"But sing not with so shrill a sound,

Good man," the generous nabob cries,

"When early to your work you rise;

For then I want to close my eyes."

Delighted to his stall he went:

But now he first felt discontent;

All day he neither work'd nor ate,

For thinking of his happy fate.

At night, when he retir'd to bed,