501.

Of what avail is the praise or censure of the vulgar, who make a useless noise like a senseless crow in a forest?

Mahābhārata.

502.

Hark! here the sound of lute so sweet,

And there the voice of wailing loud;

Here scholars grave in conclave meet,

There howls the brawling drunken crowd;

Here, charming maidens full of glee,

There, tottering, withered dames we see.