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 you, you shall always
sing to me."
"We Nightingales never sing in a cage." said the
bird.
"Then I'll eat you, I have always heard say that
a nightingale on toast is dainty morsel", he
said.
"Please, don't kill me," said the Nightingale;
"but let me free, and I'll tell you 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.