"It sounds presumptuous and ill   To boast of universal skill,
  But 'tis a scarce less fault, I own,
  To serve one sort of use alone."
  An idle Parasol, one day,
  Within a lady's chamber lay,
  And having nothing else to do,
  Addressing his companions two,
  Reclining near, a Muff and Fan,
  He thus insultingly began,
  Using a form of dialect,
  In which, if Aesop is correct,
  The Brass and Earthern Jars, of o............