There are in the world
three types of men:
those resembling the rose,
the mango and the breadfruit tree.
The one bears only blossoms,
the second both flowers and fruits
and the third only fruit.
The one talks,
the second talks and acts,
and the third acts,
but says no word.
Do not ruin your fame
by unnecessary bragging.
(Wisdom up on reading Lanka Kanda)
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