These are the Four that are never content, that have never be
filled since the Dews began--
Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the Kite, and the hands of the
Ape, and the Eyes of Man.
More verses by Rudyard Kipling
- The Song Of The Old Guard
- The Pro-Consuls
- The Plea Of The Simla Dancers
- The Song Of The Women
- To A Lady, Persuading Her To A Car