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The Pine
By Babrius (c. Second Century A.D.)
Translation of James Davies
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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!”
That not so dreadful is a stranger’s blow
As wrongs which men receive from those they know.