K LX And, strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot And suddenly one more impatient cried — LXI Then said another-"Surely not in vain. "My Substance from the common Earth was ta’en, LXII Another said "Why, ne'er a peevish Boy, "Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy; "Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love "And Fansy, in an after Rage destroy!" (See Stanza LXXXVII.) LXXXIII Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small, And some loquacious vessels were; and some LXXXIV Said one among them-"Surely not in vain LXXXV Then said a Second —“Ne'er a peevish Boy 'Would break the Bowl from which he drank in joy; "And He that with his hand the Vessel made "Will surely not in after Wrath destroy." 茶 六 LXIII None answer'd this; but after Silence spake A Vessel of a more ungainly Make: ་་ "They sneer at me for leaning all awry; What did the Hand then of the Potter shake?" (See Stanza LX.) LXIV Said one-"Folks of a surly Tapster tell, LXV Then said another with a long-drawn Sigh, "But, fill me with the old familiar Juice, "Methinks I might recover by-and-bye!" 术 LXXXVI After a momentary silence spake Some Vessel of a more ungainly make: "They sneer at me for leaning all awry: "What! did the Hand then of the Potter shake?” LXXXVII Whereat some one of the loquacious Lot "All this of Pot and Potter-Tell me then, "Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?" LXXXVIII "Why," said another, "Some there are who tell "The luckless Pots he marr'd in making- Pish! "He's a Good Fellow, and 't will all be well." A LXXXIX "Well," murmur'd one, "Let whoso make or buy, My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry: "But fill me with the old familiar Juice, "Methinks I might recover by and by." LXVI So while the Vessels one by one were speaking, And then they jogg'd each other, "Brother! Brother! "Hark to the Porter's Shoulder-knot a-creaking!" LXVII Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide, LXVIII That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare |