Hardly obtained, and bitter to the taste.
Yet here, thou careworn fowl, thy lot is cast,
By selfish pride and callous wealth debarred
From all the comforts of the farmer’s yard,
Vile yard, by gates and bolts and bars disgraced!
While distant yet, thy mild and drooping form
Like some bold robber to these eyes appeared;
My purse prepared, I watched the coming storm,
And much I trembled, Gander, much I feared:
From fools exalted in a chaise and pair