(Despite having said earlier that i would shun this one, I changed my mind. I may have to join "Competitors Anonymous".)
Francis Bacon
'Tis said that a garden is a lovesome thing; yet within it are unlovesome creatures, such as that Centipede which envenomed me yesterday.
What was God's purpose in creating this multitude of limbs? Might there be a relation between the number of legs, and their owner's station in God's scheme, whereby the fewer its appendages, the higher its place in the natural order?
Centipedes, then, are inferior to the eight-legged Spider, whose ingenious webs betoken a certain cunning, while the social organization of the six-legged Ant represents a further advance.
Four-legged beasts such as the Horse, although incapable of reason, manifest undeniable signs of intelligence.
Thus we arrive at Mankind, possessing but two legs, yet the pinnacle of God's creation.
All this I set out for Will Shakespeare, he being in his cups. "I'faith", he mumbled, "then I am the noblest of God's creatures, for tonight I am legless!"
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