The hen, so soon as she an egg doth lay, <br />(Spreads the fame of her doing what she may.) <br />About the yard she cackling now doth go, <br />To tell what 'twas she at her nest did do. <br />Just thus it is with some professing men, <br />If they do ought that good is, like our hen <br />They can but cackle on't where e'er they go, <br />What their right hand doth their left hand must know.<br /><br />John Bunyan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-cackling-of-a-hen/
