In which no smiles, no charms appear;
Bare were the trees; the rivers froze;
The hills and mountains capt with snows;
When, lodging scarce and victuals scant,
A Grasshopper address’d an Ant:
And, in a supplicating tone,
Begg’d he would make her case his own.
“It was, indeed, a bitter task
To those who were unused to ask;
Yet she was forc’d the truth to say,