The thing we want eludes our grasp, Some other thing is given; sometimes Our wish is gained, and gifts unsought Are ours; these all are God?s own work.

Hindu Poetess

Ere need be shown, some men will act, As trees may fruit without a flower; To some you speak with no result, As seeds may die, and yield no grain.

Mark this! who lives beyond his means Forfeits respect, loses his sense; Where?er he goes, through the seven births, All count him knave: him women hate.

The dull-hued turkey apes the gait Of lordly peacock, richly plumed; And thus the poetaster shows When he would fain his verse recite.

The lake no longer water holds? Off fly the fowls, the lilies stay: If friends are friends when wealth is gone, The lily?s constancy they share.