Men find room in themselves for the great object, but they cannot bear the long toil needed to reach it.
The laden animal grunts at its degrading task, as it turns the mill where its wretched earnings are made.
Though he has a white flower near his nose, he spits, under the pretext that he perceives an evil smell.
Tuka says, How many people cannot profit by counsel!
The laden animal grunts at its degrading task, as it turns the mill where its wretched earnings are made.
Though he has a white flower near his nose, he spits, under the pretext that he perceives an evil smell.
Tuka says, How many people cannot profit by counsel!