But, being frugal, make it more!”
“Your fine harangue,” replies the other,
“Might take, were I a griping brother:
But, as I’m generous and free,
It ne’er shall have effect on me.
I’ll live, old daddy, while I may
Indulge my noble self with prey,
And feast in spite of all you say.
But should I not—why, to our sorrow,
The fowls will stink before to-morrow.