Fleffel, an old writer, is chargeable with the following sonnet:—
Well they are gone: my fortune first departed,
And then my right good friends went after it:
Departing likewise, as the swallows flit
After Summer—parasites false-hearted.
My servants next gave notice they should quit,
And so they did: then my betrothed, a maid
I worshipped, also went off, in a fit
Of laughter, at my imprudence, she said.
My dog fled too. And is there really none
To stay with me, poor cat, but thee alone?
Let's weep together: I have at least
One crust—let's share it in our woe.
"I knew I smelt that crust! " cried puss, and so
Snaps it, and scampers off after the rest.
