Prevod

(Few bring their works to light with the misgivings and fear that every sensible writer ought to feel.) Hidden in the trunk of a tree Sat a Little Owl; And a Toad, passing nearby, Caught sight of half his body. “Ho there, Mr. Hermit!” 5 Said the squat creature. “Put your head out, and let us see Whether you are handsome or ugly.” —“I make no claim to youthful good looks,” Replied the one within; 10 “Indeed, that is why I scarcely dare Venture into the light. But you, who come flaunting your charms Before us in broad daylight, Would you not do better to crouch 15 In another hole?” Oh, how few of us authors take This sound advice! We always bring to light, however bad, Whatever we compose; 20 And perhaps we would do well to bury it. But alas, my friends! We would rather be Toads in public Than Little Owls in hiding.