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Rh Mark next my second rule, and sadly know, .'
 * "The carle though rude of wit, now chaf'd amain;

He felt the mockery of the songster's strain. 'Peace,' quoth the bird; 'my third is far the best; Store thou the precious treasure in thy breast: ' —He spoke, and twittering fled away full fast. Straight, sunk in earth, the gushing fountain dries, Down fall the fruits, the withered pine-tree dies, Fades all the beauteous plat, so cool, so green, Into thin air, and never more is seen.
 * "Such was the meed of avarice: bitter cost!

The carle who all would gather, all has lost."

The same story is to be found in Lydgate, entitled "The Chorle and the Bird."

"This is another of Barlaam's Apologues in Damascenus's romance of : and which has been adopted into the Lives of the Saints, by Surius and others. A is subjoined, exactly agreeing with that in the ."—.