Part Five: The Single Hound

“Fame is a fickle food”

Upon a shifting plate,

Whose table once a Guest, but not

The second time is set.

Whose crumbs the crows inspect,

And with ironic caw

Flap past it to the Farmer’s corn;

Men eat of it and die.

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