Tukaram, Poem 3601

The stuffed skin of a tiger looks like a tiger, but it has not the tiger’s disposition. The jeweller’s stone detects mere gilding; when it is rubbed upon it, then its nature shows itself. Monkeys may dance as they are taught to dance; but they cannot go beyond that point and invent anything. Tuka says, If a man stores up what is worthless, he will soon be ridiculed for the rubbish he values.