Tukaram, Poem 3618

If you set a vrindavana plant in a sugar-cane plot, it will not forsake its bitter nature. If you nurture with fond affection the young of a crow, it will not leave filth alone. If you embrace a wasp’s nest, it will set you howling and shouting. Tuka says, There is no good in men like these creatures; they are for ever attacking the saints.