The Bull (how easy praise deceives!)
With pleasure hears, with pride believes;
Puts on the lofty looks and airs
Which humble merit never wears.
To treat him as an equal now
Inflames his heart, contracts his brow
’Tis envy, or, ’tis worse, ’tis hate,
Denies due honour to his state;
He could not bear th’ affronts they gave,
They break his peace, they make him rave;