The means are simple, let him only wish,
Then say he’s willing, and I’ll fill his dish.”
They all applauded, and not least the boy,
Who now replied, “It fill’d his heart with joy
To find he needed not deliv’rance crave
Of death, or wish the Justice in the grave;
Who, while he spent, would every art retain,
Of luring home the scatter’d gold again;
Just as a fountain gaily spirts and plays
With what returns in still and secret ways.”