Who to the wise false counsel give,
Their labour lose, and scorn receive.
The dogs, 'tis said, that lap the Nile,
Run, to avoid the Crocodile.
One, who conceal'd in sedges lay,
Cries to a Hound "Here! hark you! stay!
Drink at your leisure of the stream,
Nor of imagin'd dangers dream!"
"I thank you, Sir; you well advise;"
At distance due the Dog replies;
"'Tis what I certainly should do,
Had I no cause to fly from you."
Source: Boothby - Phaedrus 1.24.
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