Such pleasure to a friend I would not sell;

Convince me that she's your's, and all is well;

For if another I to you should give,

(And many that I've taken with me live,)

I surely should incur a heavy blame;

I lately captur'd one, a charming dame,

With auburn locks, a little fat, tall, young;

If she declare she does to you belong,

When you she's seen, I will the belle concede;

You'll take her instantly; I'll not impede.

THE sage replied, your conduct's truly wise;

Such wond'rous kindness fills me with surprise;

But since 'tis said that every trade must live,

The sum just mention:—I'll the ransom give;

No compliment I wish, my purse behold