|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|The country mouse stole out from his hiding-place, and bidding his friend good-bye, whispered in his ear, Oh, my good sir, this fine mode of living may do for those who like it; but give me my barley bread in peace and security, before the daintiest feast where fear and care are in waiting.|
|The bumpkin then concludes, Adieu!|
This life perhaps agrees with you:
My grove and cave, secure from snares,
Shall comfort me with chaff and tares.
Francis Horace, Book II. Sat. VI. Line 231.
|Give me again my hollow tree,|
A crust of bread, and liberty!
Pope.Sat. VI. last lines.