Through pride and insolence lost paradise for dearth.
They trusted in the wondrous power they held of old;
As though a buffalo ’gainst lion should wax bold.95
His horns are mighty weapons, fearful to the foe;
The lion tears him piecemeal; horns but work him woe.
Had he as many horns as hedgehog quills, all o’er,
They’d help him not; the lion still would him o’erpow’r.
The hurricane roots up the forest trees amain;
While pliant reeds from it no injury sustain.
The fury of the blast hurts not their supple ease.