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Rh "Summer or winter, early to rise

With the stars the practice seek;

For sleeping the senses stupefies,

And leaves you languid and weak."

Confused, the poor lamb the counsels compares,

And cannot perceive in his mind,

That contrary each advising declares,

But how he himself is inclined.

And thus we find authors the practice make,

To hold, as infallibly true,

The rules they fancy themselves to take,

And in their own writings pursue.

bent, it chanced the Flint

Ill-treated the Steel one day;

And wounding, gave it many a dint,

To draw its sparks away. When laid aside, this angry cried

To that, "What would your value be

Without my help?" the Flint replied,

"As much as yours, sir, but for me."