Away! no more my palace dun,
Or Dick, or Tom, shall fetch the gun.”
He ceas’d—The fable bird returns
(With rising scorn his bosom burns),
“Thou little lordling, void of sense,
Dar’st thou, imperious, warn me hence?
Know, parasite, thy threats are nought,
Nor boast thy cage too dearly bought:
Above the frigid rules of art,
’Tis nature’s dictates I impart;