A Cock, in scratching up the ground,
A Pearl upon a dunghill found.
"How fine a thing," he sneering cries,
"For such a place! How great a prize,
For who thy lustre could restore!
A barleycorn had pleas'd me more:
Thou of no value art to me,
And I can nothing do for thee!"
To you this fable I relate
My works who falsely estimate.
Source: Boothby - Phaedrus 3.11.
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