The peacock mocked the crane and criticised her colour. "I," he said, "am clothed in gold and purple; you wear nothing fine on your wings." "But I," replied the crane, "sing close to the stars and rise into the heights of the sky; while you, like the cocks, walk on the ground with the hens."
Better to be distinguished in poor dress than to live without glory, strutting about in riches.Moral
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