{"id":1257,"date":"2019-04-28T14:56:44","date_gmt":"2019-04-28T14:56:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/142.150.46.75\/poemsandfancies\/?p=1257"},"modified":"2022-03-18T20:56:52","modified_gmt":"2022-03-18T20:56:52","slug":"a-dialogue-between-an-oak-and-a-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/?p=1257","title":{"rendered":"A Dialogue between an Oak and a Man Cutting Him Down"},"content":{"rendered":"<\/span>1<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\n

Oak
\n<\/strong>Why cut you off my boughs, which largely bend,<\/span>2<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nAnd from the scorching sun do you defend,<\/span>3<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nWhich<\/span>4<\/sup><\/a><\/span> did refresh your fainting limbs from sweat,<\/span>5<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nAnd kept you free from thund\u2019ring rains and<\/span>6<\/sup><\/a><\/span> wet,
\nWhen on my bark your weary head you\u2019d<\/span>7<\/sup><\/a><\/span> lay,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 5
\nWhere quiet sleep did take all cares away,
\nThe whilst my leaves a gentle noise did make,
\nAnd blew cool winds that you fresh air might take?<\/span>8<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nBesides, I did invite the birds to sing,
\nThat their sweet voice might you some pleasure bring,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 10
\nWhere everyone did strive to do their best,
\nOft changed their notes, and strained their tender breast.
\nIn winter-time,<\/span>9<\/sup><\/a><\/span> my shoulders broad did hold
\nOff blust\u2019ring storms, that wounded with sharp cold.
\nAnd on my head the flakes of snow did fall,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 15
\nWhilst you under my boughs sat<\/span>10<\/sup><\/a><\/span> free from all.
\nAnd will you thus requite my love,<\/span>11<\/sup><\/a><\/span> good will,
\nTo take away my life, and body kill?<\/span>12<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nFor all my care and service I have passed,
\nMust I be cut and laid on fire at last?\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 20
\nSee how<\/span>13<\/sup><\/a><\/span> true love you cruelly have slain,
\nInvent all ways<\/span>14<\/sup><\/a><\/span> to torture me with pain.
\nFirst you do peel my bark, and flay my skin,
\nHew down my boughs, so chops off every limb.<\/span>15<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nWith wedges you do pierce my sides to wound,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 25
\nAnd with your hatchet knock me to the ground.
\nI minced shall be in chips and pieces small,
\nAnd thus<\/span>16<\/sup><\/a><\/span> doth man reward good deeds withal.<\/p>\n

Man<\/strong><\/span>17<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\n<\/strong>Why grumble you<\/span>18<\/sup><\/a><\/span>, old Oak, when you have<\/span>19<\/sup><\/a><\/span> stood
\nThis hundred years as king of all the wood?<\/span>20<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 30
\nWould you forever live, and not resign
\nYour place to one that is of your own line?
\nYour acorns young, when they grow big and tall,
\nLong for your crown, and wish to see your fall,
\nThink every minute lost whilst you do live,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 35
\nAnd grumble at each office you do give.
\nAmbition doth fly<\/span>21<\/sup><\/a><\/span> high, and is above
\nAll sorts of friendship and of nat\u2019ral<\/span>22<\/sup><\/a><\/span> love.
\nBesides, all subjects do<\/span>23<\/sup><\/a><\/span> in change delight;
\nWhen kings grow old, their government they slight.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 40
\nAlthough in ease, and peace, and wealth they<\/span>24<\/sup><\/a><\/span> live,
\nYet all those happy times for change they\u2019ll<\/span>25<\/sup><\/a><\/span> give,
\nGrow<\/span>26<\/sup><\/a><\/span> discontent, and factions still do make,
\nWhat good so e\u2019er he doth, as evil take.
\nWere he as wise as ever Nature made,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 45
\nAs pious, good, as ever Heav\u2019n has saved,<\/span>27<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nYet when they die<\/span>28<\/sup><\/a><\/span> such joy is in their face,
\nAs if the Devil had gone from that place.
\nWith shouts of joy they run a new to crown,
\nAlthough next day they strive to pull him down.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 50
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oak
\n<\/strong>Why, said the Oak, because that they are mad,
\nShall I rejoice,<\/span>29<\/sup><\/a><\/span> for my own death be glad?
\nBecause my subjects all ungrateful<\/span>30<\/sup><\/a><\/span> are,
\nShall I therefore my health and life impair?
\nGood kings govern justly at all times,<\/span>31<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 55
\nExamine not men\u2019s humours, but their crimes,<\/span>32<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nFor when their crimes appear, \u2019tis time to strike,
\nNot to examine thoughts how<\/span>33<\/sup><\/a><\/span> they do like.
\nThough<\/span>34<\/sup><\/a><\/span> kings are never loved till they do die,
\nNor wished to live till in the grave they lie,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 60
\nYet he that loves himself<\/span>35<\/sup><\/a><\/span> the less because
\nHe cannot get every man\u2019s high applause
\nShall by my judgment be condemned to wear
\nThe asses ears, and burdens for to bear.
\nBut let me live the life that Nature gave,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 65
\nAnd not to please my subjects dig my grave.
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

Man
\n<\/strong>But here, poor Oak, you live<\/span>36<\/sup><\/a><\/span> in ignorance,
\nAnd never seek your<\/span>37<\/sup><\/a><\/span> knowledge to advance.
\nI\u2019ll cut you down, that knowledge you may<\/span>38<\/sup><\/a><\/span> gain,
\nAnd<\/span>39<\/sup><\/a><\/span> be a ship to traffic on the main.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 70
\nThere shall you<\/span>40<\/sup><\/a><\/span> swim, and cut the seas in two,
\nAnd trample down each wave as you do<\/span>41<\/sup><\/a><\/span> go.
\nThough they rise high,<\/span>42<\/sup><\/a><\/span> and big are swelled with pride,
\nYou<\/span>43<\/sup><\/a><\/span> on their shoulders broad, and back, shall<\/span>44<\/sup><\/a><\/span> ride,
\nAnd bow their lofty heads, their pride to check,<\/span>45<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 75
\nShall set your steady foot upon their neck.<\/span>46<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nThey on their breast your<\/span>47<\/sup><\/a><\/span> stately ship shall<\/span>48<\/sup><\/a><\/span> bear
\nTill your<\/span>49<\/sup><\/a><\/span> sharp keel the wat\u2019ry womb doth tear.
\nThus shall you<\/span>50<\/sup><\/a><\/span> round the world, new land to find,
\nThat from the rest is of another kind.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 80<\/p>\n

Oak
\n<\/strong>O!<\/span>51<\/sup><\/a><\/span> said the Oak, I am contented well
\nWithout that knowledge in my wood to dwell.
\nFor I had rather live and simple be
\nThan run in danger,<\/span>52<\/sup><\/a><\/span> some strange<\/span>53<\/sup><\/a><\/span> sight to see.
\nPerchance my ship against a rock may hit;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 85
\nThen were<\/span>54<\/sup><\/a><\/span> I straight in sundry pieces split.
\nBesides, no rest, nor quiet shall I<\/span>55<\/sup><\/a><\/span> have:
\nThe winds will<\/span>56<\/sup><\/a><\/span> toss me on each troubled wave;
\nThe billows rough will beat on every side;
\nMy breast will ache to swim against the tide.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 90
\nAnd greedy merchants may me overfreight;
\nThen<\/span>57<\/sup><\/a><\/span> should I drown\u00e8d be with my own weight.
\nWith<\/span>58<\/sup><\/a><\/span> sails and ropes men will my<\/span>59<\/sup><\/a><\/span> body tie,
\nAnd I,<\/span>60<\/sup><\/a><\/span> a prisoner, have no liberty.
\nAnd being always wet, shall take such colds,<\/span>61<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 95
\nMy ship may get a pose, and leak through holes,<\/span>62<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nWhich they to mend, will put me to great pain;
\nBesides, all patched and pieced I shall remain.
\nI care not for that wealth, wherein the pains
\nAnd troubles are<\/span>63<\/sup><\/a><\/span> far greater than the gains.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 100
\nI am contented with what Nature gave;
\nI\u2019d<\/span>64<\/sup><\/a><\/span> not repine, but one poor wish would have,<\/span>65<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nWhich is, that you my ag\u00e8d life would save.
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

Man
\n<\/strong>To build a stately house I\u2019ll cut you<\/span>66<\/sup><\/a><\/span> down,
\nWherein shall princes live of great renown.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 105
\nThere shall you<\/span>67<\/sup><\/a><\/span> live with the best company;
\nAll their delight and pastime you shall<\/span>68<\/sup><\/a><\/span> see.
\nWhere plays, and masques, and beauties bright will shine,
\nYour<\/span>69<\/sup><\/a><\/span> wood all oiled with smoke of meat and wine.
\nThere shall you<\/span>70<\/sup><\/a><\/span> hear both men and women sing,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 110
\nFar pleasanter than nightingales in<\/span>71<\/sup><\/a><\/span> spring.
\nLike to a ball, their echoes shall rebound
\nAgainst the wall, yet can no<\/span>72<\/sup><\/a><\/span> voice be found.<\/p>\n

Oak
\n<\/strong>Alas,<\/span>73<\/sup><\/a><\/span> what music shall I care to hear,
\nWhen on my shoulders I such burthens bear?\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 115
\nBoth brick and tiles upon my head are laid\u2014
\nOf this preferment I am sore afraid\u2014
\nAnd many times with nails and hammers strong<\/span>74<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nThey<\/span>75<\/sup><\/a><\/span> pierce my sides, to hang their pictures on.<\/span>76<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nMy face is smutched with smoke of candle lights,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 120
\nIn danger to be burnt in winter nights.
\nNo, let me here, a poor old oak, still grow;
\nI care not for these vain delights<\/span>77<\/sup><\/a><\/span> to know.
\nFor fruitless promises I do not care;
\nMore honor \u2019tis my own green leaves to bear.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 125
\nMore honor \u2019tis to be in Nature\u2019s dress
\nThan any shape that men by art express.
\nI am not like to man, would praises have,
\nAnd for opinion make myself a slave.<\/p>\n

Man
\n<\/strong>Why do you wish to live and not to die,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 130
\nSince you no pleasure have, but misery?
\nHere you the sun with scorching heat doth burn,<\/span>78<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nAnd all your leaves so green to dryness turn.<\/span>79<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nAlso<\/span>80<\/sup><\/a><\/span> with winter\u2019s cold you quake and shake;
\nThus in no time or season rest can take.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 135
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oak
\n<\/strong>I\u2019m happier far, said th\u2019Oak, than you mankind,<\/span>81<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nFor I content in my condition find;<\/span>82<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nMan<\/span>83<\/sup><\/a><\/span> nothing loves but what he cannot get,
\nAnd soon doth surfeit of one dish of meat,
\nDislikes all company, displeased alone,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 140
\nMakes grief himself if fortune gives him none.
\nAnd as his mind is restless, never pleased,
\nSo is his body sick and oft diseased.
\nHis gouts and pains do make him sigh and cry,
\nYet in the midst of pains<\/span>84<\/sup><\/a><\/span> would live, not die.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 145<\/p>\n

Man
\n<\/strong>Alas, poor Oak,<\/span>85<\/sup><\/a><\/span> you do not know,<\/span>86<\/sup><\/a><\/span> nor can
\nImagine half the misery of man.
\nAll other creatures only in sense join,
\nBut man hath<\/span>87<\/sup><\/a><\/span> something more, which is divine.
\nHe hath a mind, doth<\/span>88<\/sup><\/a><\/span> to Heav\u2019n<\/span>89<\/sup><\/a><\/span> aspire;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 150
\nFor curiosities he doth<\/span>90<\/sup><\/a><\/span> inquire;
\nA wit that nimble is, which<\/span>91<\/sup><\/a><\/span> runs about,
\nIn every corner to seek Nature out.
\nFor she doth hide herself, afraid<\/span>92<\/sup><\/a><\/span> to show
\nMan all her works, lest he too powerful grow,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 155
\nLike as<\/span>93<\/sup><\/a><\/span> a king, his favorite waxing<\/span>94<\/sup><\/a><\/span> great,
\nMay well suspect that he his pow\u2019r will<\/span>95<\/sup><\/a><\/span> get.
\nAnd what creates desire in<\/span>96<\/sup><\/a><\/span> man\u2019s breast,
\nThat<\/span>97<\/sup><\/a><\/span> nature is divine, which seeks the best,
\nAnd never can be satisfied, until<\/span>98<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 160
\nHe, like a god, doth in perfection dwell.<\/span>99<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nIf you, as man, desire like gods to be,
\nI\u2019ll spare your life, and not cut down your tree.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Oak Why cut you off my boughs, which largely bend, And from the scorching sun do you defend, Which did refresh your fainting limbs from sweat, And kept you free from thund\u2019ring rains and wet, When on my bark your weary head you\u2019d lay,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 5 Where quiet sleep did take … Continue reading A Dialogue between an Oak and a Man Cutting Him Down<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[240,215],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1257","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dialogues","category-part2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1257","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1257"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1257\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2758,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1257\/revisions\/2758"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1257"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1257"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1257"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}