If others with two eyes come near,
Away he scuttles full of fear.
Pynthanix.I thank you for advice to hand,
Which even I half understand.
But tell me now who sleeps below
In silver star-beams dreaming so?
Saphenix.Who has no cash can always owe it;
And who no wit, become a poet.
Pynthanix.But why do the gnat-wing’d fairies peer
About him, whispering in his ear,