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134  Sad, shamefaced lions fail to rage, Their spirit mastered by the cage; And captive elephants' brows and pride By drivers' goads are scarified; Charms dull the cobras; hopeless woe Lays scholars flat and soldiers low: For Time, the mountebank, enjoys A juggling bout with chosen toys.

The honey-greedy bee—poor fool!— Deserts the flowering lotus-pool Where danger is not found, to sip The springtime ichor-rills that drip From elephant foreheads; does not fear The flapping of that monstrous ear: So, by his nature, greedy man Forgets the issue of his plan.

"Yes, by entering a vulgarian's sphere of power, I have certainly forfeited my life. As the proverb says:

"How was that?" asked Victor. And Lively told the story of

 

In a certain city lived a merchant named Ocean, who loaded a hundred camels with valuable cloth and set out in a certain direction. Now one of his camels, 