AESOP'S FABLES, The Labourer and the Nightingale

"A Labourer lay listening to a Nightingale’s song throughout the summer night. So pleased was he with it that the next night he set a trap for it and captured it. Now that I have caught thee, he cried, thou shalt always sing to me. We Nightingales never sing in a cage. said the bird. Then I’ll eat thee. said the Labourer. I have always heard say that a nightingale on toast is dainty morsel. Nay, kill me not, said the Nightingale; ‘but let me free, and I’ll tell thee three things far better worth than my poor body. The Labourer let him loose, and he flew up to a branch of a tree and said: Never believe a captive’s promise; that’s one thing. Then again: Keep what you have. And third piece of advice is: Sorrow not over what is lost forever. Then the song-bird flew away." AESOP'S FABLES









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