Recreations for Solitary Hours
An Epigram on Ambition
An Epigram on Ambition.
'Tis strange how high Ambition takes its flight!
But's stranger far how low it meanly stoops!
In quest of honour.—Envy stops at nought.
Now like an eagle soaring to the sun,
As fain to roost upon its flaming disk.
Then like a sow when grov'ling in the mire,
With craving appetite to catch a worm.