The wretch's wrongs seem half redress'd.
A Sturgeon from a Tunny fled,
Who following with voracious speed,
They both were cast upon the strand.
As they lay gasping on the sand
The Sturgeon says, "My fate I bear,
Since the same lot I see thee share;
And thou who hadst design'd my death
Art forc'd thyself to yield thy breath."
Source: Boothby - Aesop 1.32
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