He came and said: ‘Free thyself now. Up! Be quick!’
No sooner had sounded thy voice in his ears,
He, as was agreed on, fell dead, it appears.
As much as to say, here, to me in my cage:
‘Thou death counterfeit; so thou savest thy old age.’”
Become thou but grain; thou’lt be pecked up by birds.
A flower make thyself; all the children go thirds.290
Thy grain hidest thou? Thou’rt naught else but brick-trap.
Thy flower shuttest up? Thou’rt a weed on house-top.
His beauty whoever may offer for sale,