233 Of a Wolfe being hungry.
A Wolfe in his olde age not able any more to hunte, was sore a hungred, neither coulde he
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A Wolfe in his olde age not able any more to hunte, was sore a hungred, neither coulde he
••inde any kinsman or friend which would helpe him with meat. As he therfore wandred through a great woode heauily, he chaunced vpon a deade carcase of an Oxe, which he had scarse begon to teare, but a companie of other wolues, rauens, & crowes came thither and prayed him to receiue them as his fréends to partake of his pray: Then the Wolfe said to him selfe: beholde me whome lately my brethrē and sonnes regarded not, now strange beasts reuerence, & desire my frendship, but they do not this honor to me, but to the Oxe.
MOR. A poore man is hated of al men, but the rich are honoured.