Observe the larking crows! beware the brake,
There the sly wolf the careless minute waits!
Nor trust thy neighbor’s dog, nor earth nor sky;
Thy bosom to a thousand cares divide!
Eurus oft slings his hail; the tardy fields
Pay not their promised food; and oft the dam
O’er her weak twins with empty udder mourns,
Or fails to guard, when the bold bird of prey
Alights, and hops in many turns around,
And tires her, also turning; to her aid