A Labourer(勞工) 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 thee你,' he cried, 'thou你 shalt always sing to me.' 'We Nightingales never sing in a cage' said the bird. 'Then I'll eat thee.' said the Labourer. 'I have always heard say that a nightingale on toast is a dainty 精緻的morsel小吃.' 'Nay不,否, kill me not,' said the Nightingale; 'but let me free, and I'll tell thee 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 俘虜promise; that's one thing. Then again: Keep what you have. And the third piece of advice is: Sorrow not over what is lost forever.' Then the song-bird flew away.

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