'Vain man, is grandeur given to gay attire?
'Then let the butterfly thy pride upbraid:
'To friends, attendants, armies, bought with hire?
'It is thy weakness that requires their aid:
'To palaces, with gold and gems inlaid?
'They fear the thief, and tremble in the storm:
'To hosts, through carnage who to conquest wade?
'Behold the victor vanquished by the worm!
'Behold what deeds of woe the locust can perform!