THE DOUBLE PLOT.
Three hungry travellers found a bag of gold;
One ran into the town where bread was sold.
He thought, I will poison the bread I buy,
And seize the treasure when my comrades die.
But they too thought, When back his feet have hied,
We will destroy him and the gold divide.
They killed him; and, partaking of the bread,
In a few moments all were lying dead.
O world I behold what ill thy goods have done;