The very port and gait of a swan, or turkey, or peacock show the high idea he has entertain'd of himself; and his contempt of all others. This is the more remarkable, that in the two last species of animals, the pride always attends the beauty, and is discover'd in the male only.
Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity. Can't nobody fly with all that shit. Wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.
For everything seemed resting on his nod,How power could condescend to do without.
To frame the little animal, provideNor the dear purchase of the sable's tail.
To Paradise, the Arabs say, Until the peacock led him in.
"Fly pride," says the peacock.
Let frantic Talbot triumph for a whileAnd like a peacock sweep along his tail.
Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock,—a stride and a stand.
And there they placed a peacock in his pride,Before the damsel.