Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Winterday,10 December 2013

Fame is a fickle food (1702)

Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set
Whose crumbs the crows inspect
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the
Farmer's corn
Men eat of it and die

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