Great indeed is the power of the dragon as the sun, Yet humbly and slowly it meanders its way shy, Minuscule indeed is the power of the tiny scorpion, Yet it swaggers its tail and boasts to the sky.
Ripened figs are pretty and pleasing to the eyes, Their colors seduce both the sight and palate, Alas, the cores rot with maggots inside, For evils are but false fronts and gilded waste.