The Silkworm and Spider by Tomás de Iriarte

At his cocoon a busy Silkworm labored; / A Spider, who with all her might was spinning / Hard by, with laugh malicious, thus bespoke him.

In silly exultation tasks comparing: / "What think you of my web, good Master Silkworm?

This very morning I began it, early, / And now, mid-day will see the job completed.

Just see how fine and beautiful it is, too!"

Coolly replied the precious fabric's workman: / "T is true -- your labor tells us its own story."

Let those who boast their numerous vapid volumes, / Know that 'tis quality, not bulk, that's precious.

What costs small labor is of smaller value.