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The Caliph's dish
With various fish
Hassan bad long supplied, And still with daily toil and care Sought, for his taste, whate'er was rare,
With honest boast and pride.
It chanced that with well baited hook,
In a famed brook, A splendid prize at setting sun he took. Kejoiced the fisher drew it to the shore, A finer fish he had not seen before ; So with his load, blessing his lucky fate, He posted homeward, for 'twas late, And with a ponderous and repeated knock Which echoed to the sonorous clock, Assail'd the palace gate.
Sadi, the porter, in an instant came ;
Not like our servants here,
Who loitering at ease,
Where'er they please,
Turn to the summons a deaf ear,
Reckless of censure or of blame.
This watchful Cerberus, it seem'd, For years, had always deem'd That half the profits should be his by right, Of whate'er came ;