Of Ill Manners

All Men are worth your Observation;
Not all are worth your Imitation.

Hungry Hogs that gorge on Acorns brown,
Look not Up to see Who shook them down.

T HE Pig that wallows in the Mud, anon
Seeks Something Clean to scrape himself upon.

T O him who says Just What He Likes, 'twill fall
To hear Some Things He Doesn't Like at all.

I T was, the Hornet thought, a merry Jest
To Sting — and that was why we Burned the Nest.
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