With twenty such diverting tricks.”
“’Tis pretty, faith,” the Wolf reply’d,
And on his neck the collar spy’d:
He starts, and without more ado,
He bids the abject wretch adieu:
“Enjoy your dainties, friend; to me
The noblest feast is liberty:
The famish’d Wolf, upon these desert plains,
Is happier than a fawning cur in chains.”