An Eagle sat high in the branches of a great Oak. He was feeling very vigorous indeed, and pranced around loftily, holding his head high. It pained the Dog a good deal, as you can guess. So the Ass lifted up his foot and the Wolf began to search very closely and carefully for the thorn. That one had not been able to run fast enough because of the weight of his brush. Now the farmer came in. And so far as shepherds are concerned, we all know they belong to that puny race that pretends to be our masters. His Master had told him to call for help should a Wolf attack the flock, and the Villagers would drive it away. And they say that ever after, while the Eagle's eggs lie in the nest in spring, the Beetle still sleeps in the ground.For so Jupiter commanded.
There are many who pretend to despise and belittle that which is beyond their reach.