sharded

Now for our mountain sport . Up to yond hill ;
Your legs are young . I’ll tread these flats . Consider ,
When you above perceive me like a crow ,
That it is place which lessens and sets off ,
And you may then revolve what tales I have told you
Of courts , of princes , of the tricks in war .
This service is not service , so being done ,
But being so allowed . To apprehend thus
Draws us a profit from all things we see ,
And often , to our comfort , shall we find
The sharded beetle in a safer hold
Than is the full-winged eagle . O , this life
Is nobler than attending for a check ,
Richer than doing nothing for a robe ,
Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk :
Such gain the cap of him that makes him fine
Yet keeps his book uncrossed . No life to ours .