Little Pot Soon Hot
Fume and fury! I have cause
To tear about and break the laws.
But, on the whole, I’d better not;
“Little pots are soon hot.”
Little souls slights discover;
Big souls pass ’em over.
Big souls bear their trouble;
Little souls sizz and bubble.
Little souls oft ferment;
Big souls are content.
Big souls tumble slowly;
Little souls—roly poly!
Big souls, like as not,
When it’s fitting, do get hot.
But “little pots” all grandeur spoil.
I’ll think a bit before I boil!