{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop232.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop232.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop232.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2When you, O king, to kin are cold,\n \u00a0\u00a0Such coldness rules throughout the land.\n You for their teacher all men hold;\n \u00a0\u00a0To learn your ways needs no command.\n3Brethren whose virtue stands the test,\n \u00a0\u00a0By bad example still unchanged,\n Their generous feelings manifest,\n \u00a0\u00a0Nor grow among themselves estranged.\n But if their virtue weakly fails\n \u00a0\u00a0The evil influence to withstand,\n Then selfishness o\u2019er love prevails,\n \u00a0\u00a0And troubles rise on every hand. p. 313\n4When men in disputations fine\n \u00a0\u00a0To hear their consciences refuse,\n Then \u2019gainst each other they repine,\n \u00a0\u00a0And each maintains his special views.\n If one a place of rank obtain,\n \u00a0\u00a0And scorn humility to show,\n The others view him with disdain,\n \u00a0\u00a0And, wrangling, all to ruin go.\n5A colt the old horse deems himself,\n \u00a0\u00a0And vainly hastens to the race;\n So thinks the mean man, bent on pelf,\n \u00a0\u00a0Himself fit for the highest place:\n Stuffed to the full, he still shall feed,\n \u00a0\u00a0Nor own that he has had enough.\n He drinks, and with insatiate greed,\n \u00a0\u00a0Knows not the time for leaving off.\n6The monkeys by their nature know\n \u00a0\u00a0The way to climb a tree, untaught.\n We need no mud on him to throw,\n \u00a0\u00a0Whom lying in the mud we've caught.\n The nature of all meaner men\n \u00a0\u00a0Leads them to follow and obey.\n Nor right, nor wrong the millions ken,\n \u00a0\u00a0But imitate the sovereign's way.\n7The snow falls fast, and all the ground\n \u00a0\u00a0Hides with its masses, white and clear;\n But when the sunbeams play around,\n \u00a0\u00a0It soon will melt and disappear. p. 314\n This fact, O king, you don't perceive;\n \u00a0\u00a0Those men who calumnies diffuse,\n Not heeding, to themselves you leave,\n \u00a0\u00a0And your indulgence they abuse.\n8Yes, though the snow lie drifted deep,\n \u00a0\u00a0Away before the heat \u2019twill flow.\n I for the king's neglect must weep;\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0Like Man or Mao those men will grow.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book VII. Decade of Sang Hu: IV. Chio Kung","type":"page"}