With seeds and birdlime, from the desert air,
Eumelus gather'd free, though scanty fare.
No lordly patron's hand he deign'd to kiss
Nor luxury knew, save liberty, nor bliss.
Thrice thirty years he lived, and to his heirs
His seeds bequeath'd, his birdlime, and his snares.
More verses by William Cowper
- From Menander
- Verses
- Olney Hymn 3: Jehovah-Rophi: I Am The Lord That Healeth Thee
- Olney Hymn 42: Self-Acquaintance
- Olney Hymn 43: Prayer For Patience