Laws, as we read in ancient sages,
Have been like cobwebs in all ages.
Cobwebs for little flies are spread,
And laws for little folks are made;
But if an insect of renown,
Hornet or beetle, wasp or drone,
Be caught in quest of sport or plunder,
The flimsy fetter flies in sunder.
(James Beattie)
More Poetry from James Beattie:
James Beattie Poems based on Topics: Law & Regulation, Sports, Insects- The Judgment Of Paris (James Beattie Poems)
- The Minstrel ; Or, The Progress Of Genius - Book II. (James Beattie Poems)
- The Minstrel; Or, The Progress Of Genius : Book I. (James Beattie Poems)
- The Triumph Of Melancholy (James Beattie Poems)
- Pygmaeo-gerano-machia: The Battle Of The Pygmies and Cranes (James Beattie Poems)
- Pygmaeo-gera (James Beattie Poems)