Prevod

(Nothing proves a work so bad as the applause of fools.) A Bear by which a Piedmontese Earned his daily bread Was practicing upon two feet A dance he scarcely knew. Wishing to act the human, 5 He asked a Monkey, “How was that?” The Monkey knew the art And answered him, “Quite bad.” “I think,” replied the Bear, “You do me little credit. 10 What! Is my bearing not graceful? Do I not step with skill?” A Pig was standing by And cried, “Bravo! Well done! A more accomplished dancer 15 Has never lived, nor ever shall.” At this the Bear began To reckon with himself And, with a modest gesture, Was moved to speak these words: 20 “When the Monkey found me wanting, I was still inclined to doubt; But now the Pig has praised me, I must dance very badly.” Let every author treasure 25 This maxim for his comfort: If the wise withhold approval—bad! If fools applaud you—worse!