Learn with the ant in summer to provide;
Drive with the bee the drone from out thy hive:
Build like the swallow in the summer tide;
Spare not too much, my son, but sparing thrive:
Be poor in folly, rich in all but sin:
So by thy death thy glory shall begin.
Saladyne having thus set up the schedule, and hanged about his
father's hearse many passionate poems, that France might suppose him
to be passing sorrowful, he clad himself and his brothers all in
black, and in such sable suits discoursed his grief: but as the hyena
when she mourns is then most guileful, so Saladyne under this show of
grief shadowed a heart full of contented thoughts: the tiger, though
he hide his claws, will at last discover his rapine: the lion's looks
are not the maps of his meaning, nor a man's physnomy is not the
display of his secrets. Fire cannot be hid in the straw, nor the
nature of man so concealed, but at last it will have his course:
nurture and art may do much, but that _natura naturans_, which by
propagation is ingrafted in the heart, will be at last perforce
predominant according to the old verse:
Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque recurret.
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