Having received an order for twenty yards of silk from princesslioness, the silkworm sat down at her loom1 and worked away withzeal. A spider soon came around and asked to hire a web-room nearby. The silkworm acceded2, and the spider commenced her task and workedso rapidly that in a short time the web was finished. "Just look atit," She said, "And see how grand and delicate it is. you cannot butacknowledge that I'm a much better worker than you. see how quicklyi perform my labors3." "Yes," Answered the silkworm, "But hush4 up,for you bother me. your labors are designed only as base traps, andare destroyed whenever they are seen, and brushed away as uselessdirt; while mine are stored away, as ornaments5 of royalty6." 
True art is thoughtful, delights and endures. 