The Fables of Phædrus: Literally translated into English prose with notesPhaedrus
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The Fables of Phædrus: Literally translated into English prose with notes
Phaedrus
Fables, Latin -- Translations into English
A Crane and a Crow had made a league on oath, that the Crane should
protect the Crow against the Birds, {and} that the Crow should foretell
the future, so that the Crane might be on her guard. After this, on
their frequently flying into the fields of a certain Countryman, and
tearing up by the roots what had been sown, the owner of the field saw
it, and being vexed, cried out: “Give me a stone, Boy, that I may hit
the Crane.” When the Crow heard this, at once she warned the Crane, who
took all due precaution. On another day, too, the Crow hearing him ask
for a stone, again warned the Crane carefully to avoid the danger. The
Countryman, suspecting that the divining Bird heard his commands, said
to the Boy: “If I say, give me a cake, do you secretly hand me a stone.”
The Crane came {again}; he bade the Boy give him a cake, but the Boy
gave him a stone, with which he hit the Crane, and broke her legs. The
Crane, on being wounded, said: “Prophetic Crow, where now are your
auspices? Why did you not hasten to warn your companion, as you swore
you would, that no such evil might befall me?” The Crow made answer: “It
is not my art that deserves to be blamed; but the purposes of
double-tongued people are so deceiving, who say one thing and do
another.”
Those who impose upon the inexperienced by deceitful promises, fail not
to cajole them by-and-bye with pretended reasons.
FABLE XII.
THE BIRDS AND THE SWALLOW.
The Birds having assembled in one spot, saw a Man sowing flax in a
field. When the Swallow found that they thought nothing at all of this,
she is reported to have called them together, and thus addressed them:
“Danger awaits us all from this, if the seed should come to maturity.”
The Birds laughed {at her}. When the crop, however, sprang up, the
Swallow again remarked: “Our destruction is impending; come, let us root
up the noxious blades, lest, if they shortly grow up, nets may be made
thereof, and we may be taken by the contrivances of man.” The Birds
persist in laughing at the words of the Swallow, and foolishly despise
{this} most prudent advice. But she, in her caution, at once betook
herself to Man, that she might suspend her nest in safety under his
rafters. The Birds, however, who had disregarded her wholesome advice,
being caught in nets made of the flax, came to an untimely end.
FABLE XIII.
THE PARTRIDGE AND THE FOX.
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