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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,

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.