Trust not a lion’s smile, all ye to live who care.
The riches of the world are smiles of Providence;
They make men proud, and lead them to their fate prepense.
Through poverty and suffering we may escape
The trap that riches bait; and so avoid the scrape.30
The lion now addressed the wolf: “Share out the spoil.
Do justice to us all. Thou’rt versed in cunning’s foil.
Be thou my factor. Carve the game as may be fit.
So shalt thou honour win from all who see thy wit.”
The wolf then: “Royal Sir, the mountain-ox is thine.