The Snake and the Lamb.
A Snake lay beneath a log, and raged against the whole world. It had no other feeling in it than that of rage. Of such a kind had Nature created it. Hard by there bounded and frolicked a Lamb: it never even so much as thought about the Snake.
But see! the Snake comes gliding up and strikes its fangs into the Lamb. The sky grows dark before the poor thing's eyes, and the poison turns all its blood into fire.
"What harm have I done thee?" it says to the Snake.
"Who knows?" hisses out the Snake. thou hast stolen hither to crush me. "It may be that It is by way of precaution that I punish thee."
"Ah, no!" replies the Lamb—and then its life deserts it.
One whose heart is so framed that it knows neither friendship nor love, and nourishes only hatred towards all men, such a one considers every man his enemy.
