Hovered joyously round on his pinions of light,
Highly pleased with the tempting display.
"Ride with me," said Plutus, "all this you may share;
Ride with me, and garments of gold you may wear."
Quite delighted, the urchin stepped into the car,
Little deeming the roads were so rough;
But, repenting his rashness, before he went far
He cried, "Stop! I've been jolted enough.
Pray excuse me, friend Plutus, though rich be the prize
You obligingly offer to me,