Pray be content—forget your earth-born cravings.
Cicely.
I’m cold and hungry—can I live on shavings?
Slices of moonbeams may for fairies do.
Oh, for the meanest home-dish—hash or stew!
Mariana.
There’s a man in the Moon,
So I’ve heard people say,
Who once went to the earth
By a roundabout way,