Who dares another's ills deride,
Had best against his own provide.
An Eagle pouncing on a Hare,
With piercing cries Puss rends the air;
When a pert Sparrow, from a tree,
Insulted thus her misery:
"Ho! ho! poor Puss! thy boasted speed
Has fail'd thee, then, in time of need!"
Scarce had she spoke, when, like an arrow,
A Vulture darted on the Sparrow.
E'er the poor Hare resign'd her breath,
"This sight," she cried, "consoles in death;
That thou, who hast my woes derided,
My last of miseries hast divided!"
Source: Boothby - Phaedrus 1.9.
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