And jest beneath the hot meridian sun,
Then I become a grasshopper to please you;
If neither to anoint with fragrant oil,
Or even to behold it. I am dust—
To walk with naked feet at early dawn,
See me a crane; but if forbid at night
To rest myself and sleep, I am transform'd
At once to th' wakeful night owl.—Anon.
The same.
So gaunt they seem, that famine never made