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.