Once upon a time, there was a brisk young Cock, in company with two or three Pullets, his mistresses, ranking upon a dunghill for something to entertain them, happened to scratch up a jewel; he knew what it was well enough, for it sparked with an exceeding bright luster; but, not knowing what to do with it, endeavored to cover his ignorance under a gay contempt. So, shrugging up his wings, shaking his wings, shaking his head, and putting on a grimace, he expressed himself to this purpose; Indeed, you are a very fine thing; but I know not any business you have here. I make no scruple of declaring that may taste lies quite another way; and I had rather have one grain of dear delicious barley, than all the jewels under the sun.
