The Owl replied by solemn grimaces, and made dumb signs.  Minerva bade him lay aside that affectation and begin; but he only shook his wise head and remained silent.  Thereupon Minerva commanded him to speak immediately, on pain of her displeasure.

The Owl, seeing no remedy, drew up close to Minerva, and whispered very softly in her ear this sage remark:  “Since the world is grown so depraved, they ought to be esteemed most wise who have eyes to see and wit to hold their tongues.”

THE SPARROW AND THE EAGLE

From The Arabian Nights

Once a Sparrow, flitting over a flock of sheep, saw a great Eagle swoop down upon a newly weaned lamb and carry it up in his claws and fly away.  Thereupon the Sparrow clapped his wings and said, “I will do even as this Eagle did.”

So he waxed proud in his own conceit, and, mimicking one greater than he, flew down forthright and lighted on the back of a fat ram with a thick fleece, that was matted by his lying till it was like woolen felt.  As soon as the Sparrow pounced upon the sheep’s back he flopped his wings to fly away, but his feet became tangled in the wool, and, however hard he tried, he could not set himself free.

While all this was passing, the shepherd was looking on, having seen what happened first with the Eagle and afterward with the Sparrow.  So in a great rage he came up to the wee birdie and seized him.  He plucked out his wing feathers and carried him to his children.

“What is this?” asked one of them.

“This,” he answered, “is he that aped a greater than himself and came to grief.”

The Old Man and Death

A poor and toil-worn peasant, bent with years and groaning beneath the weight of a heavy fagot of firewood which he carried, sought, weary and sore-footed, to gain his distant cottage.  Unable to bear the weight of his burden longer, he let it fall by the roadside, and lamented his hard fate.

“What pleasure have I known since I first drew breath in this sad world?  From dawn to dusk it has been hard work and little pay!  At home is an empty cupboard, a discontented wife, and lazy and disobedient children!  O Death!  O Death! come and free me from my troubles!”

At once the ghostly King of Terrors stood before him and asked, “What do you want with me?”

“Noth-nothing,” stammered the frightened peasant, “except for you to help me put again upon my shoulders the bundle of fagots I have let fall!”

INFANT JOY

By William Blake

“I have no name;
  I am but two days old.” 
“What shall I call thee?”
  “I happy am;
Joy is my name.” 
Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty Joy! 
Sweet Joy, but two days old. 
Sweet Joy I call thee: 
  Thou dost smile: 
  I sing the while,
“Sweet joy befall thee!”