THE DECORATED BOW
A man had an excellent bow of ebony, with which he shot very far and very sure, and which he valued at a great price. But once, after considering it attentively, he said:
“A little too rude still! Your only ornament is your polish. It is a pity! However, that can be remedied,” thought he. “I will go and let a first-rate artist carve something on the bow.”
He went, and the artist carved an entire hunting-scene upon the bow. And what more fitting for a bow than a hunting-scene?
The man was delighted. “You deserve this embellishment, my beloved bow.” So saying, he wished to try it.
He drew the string. The bow broke!—Fables.
EPIGRAMS
From the grave where dead Gripeall, the miser, reposes,
What a villainous odor invades all our noses!
It can’t be his body alone—in the hole