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
"We Nightingales never sing in a
cage." said the bird.
"Then I'll eat thee." said
"I have always heard say that a
nightingale on toast is dainty
"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.