Though heavy its sorrows may fall,
To be but a righteous behest,
When it comes from the fairest and best
Whom the earth its mistress can call.
The well-known Count Haro drew a noria, or a wheel over which passes a rope, with a series of buckets attached to it, that descend empty into a well and come up full of water. He gave, for his invencion,—
The full show my griefs running o’er;
The empty, the hopes I deplore.
On another occasion, he drew, like the king, an emblem of a prisoner’s cage, and answered to it by an imperfect rhyme,—
In the gaol which you here behold—
Whence escape there is none, as you see—