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 to me."

　　"We Nightingales never sing in a cage." said the bird.

　　"Then I'll eat thee." said the Labourer. "I have always heard

　　say that a nightingale on toast is dainty morsel1."

　　"Nay2, 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.