Raindrops form pearls and thirst of quails they slake,*
Camphor in tree, poison in serpent make:
Tadpoles and swans are two contrasted breeds,
Whose virtue shows in that on which each feeds.
Vile son of man, respect thy neighbour’s wife
Lest she a dagger prove to end thy life—
Beauty and sense the twin strings of her lyre
Vibrating ever ’neath the master wire!