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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
The Pine
By Babrius (c. Second Century A.D.)
 
Translation of James Davies

SOME woodmen, bent a forest pine to split,
Into each fissure sundry wedges fit,
To keep the void and render work more light.
Out groaned the pine, “Why should I vent my spite
Against the axe which never touched my root,        5
So much as these cursed wedges, mine own fruit;
Which rend me through, inserted here and there!”
 
A FABLE this, intended to declare
That not so dreadful is a stranger’s blow
As wrongs which men receive from those they know.        10
 
 
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