The churl that wants another's fare
Deserves at least to lose his share.
As through the stream a Dog conveyed
A piece of meat, he spied his shade
In the clear mirror of the flood,
And thinking it was flesh and blood,
Snapped to deprive him of the treat:--
But mark the glutton's self-defeat,
Missed both another's and his own,
Both shade and substance, beef and bone.