A Lion spy'd a goat upon the Crag of a high Rock, and so call'd out to him after this manner: Hadst not thou better come down now, says the Lion, into this delicate fine Meadow? Well, says the Goat, and so perhaps I would, if it were not for the Lion that's there before me: But I'm for a Life of Safety rather than for a Life of Pleasure. Your Pretence is the Filling of my Belly with good grass; but your Bus'ness is the Cramming of of your own Guts with good Goats-Flesh: So that 'tis for your own Sake, not Mine, that you'd have me come down.
There's no Trusting to the Formal Civilities and Invitations of an Enemy, and his Reasonings are but Snares when he pretends to advise us for our Good. Source:
L'Estrange 210.
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