Who from the wicked seeks reward,
Is twice to blame; first, to accord
Help to the bad; and then to trust
In them who know not to be just.
A Wolf across his greedy throat,
One day a pointed bone had got.
With promises he lur'd in vain
Each creature to relieve his pain.
At last his oaths a Crane persuade,
With venturous beak to give him aid.
The hardy cure when well effected,
Longshanks the promis'd fee expected.
"What," says the Wolf, "your neck you draw-
In safety from my hungry maw,
And dare demand another prize?
Ungrateful! fly if thou art wise."
Source: Boothby - Phaedrus 1.8.
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