XIV.

Oh, Rank and Dignity! I saw too flies Spawned in the self-same chamber, sporting gay. With equal force, on equal wing, they rise Through the short sunshine of a summer day. Yet one the other buzzed to keep away, And flouted oft--intensest scorn revealing, As telling him below the Knave should stay, Too far beneath him born for kindly feeling-- One hatched upon the floor, the other on the ceiling!