THE PEACOCK made complaint to Juno that, while the nightingale pleased every ear with his song, he himself no sooner opened his mouth than he became a laughingstock to all who heard him. —
The Goddess, to console him, said, “But you far excel in beauty and in size. —
The splendor of the emerald shines in your neck and you unfold a tail gorgeous with painted plumage. —
” “But for what purpose have I,” said the bird, “this dumb beauty so long as I am surpassed in song? —
’ “The lot of each,” replied Juno, “has been assigned by the will of the Fates — to thee, beauty; —
to the eagle, strength; to the nightingale, song; —
to the raven, favorable, and to the crow, unfavorable auguries. —
These are all contented with the endowments allotted to them.”