THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE GRINDER
FRIEND OF HUMANITY.
“Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going?
Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order;
Bleak blows the blast—your hat has got a hole in’t,
So have your breeches!
“Weary Knife-grinder! little think the proud ones,
Who in their coaches roll along the turnpike-road,
what hard work ’tis crying all day ‘Knives and