“That all my wealth was in myself;
As for your chattels and your pelf,
On which ye did so much depend,
They’re come to nothing in the end.”
[XVIII.] THE MOUNTAIN IN LABOR.
The Mountain labor’d, groaning loud,
On which a num’rous gaping crowd
Of noodles came to see the sight,
When, lo! a mouse was brought to light!
This tale’s for men of swagg’ring cast,