6 Of the Foxe and the Bramble.
AS a Foxe clymbed a hedge, hys féete slip∣ped, who (as he was fallyng) caught holde on a Bramble to staye hym: wherefore when he hadde torne his féete with the prickes therof, béeing in payne, he sayd to the Bramble:
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AS a Foxe clymbed a hedge, hys féete slip∣ped, who (as he was fallyng) caught holde on a Bramble to staye hym: wherefore when he hadde torne his féete with the prickes therof, béeing in payne, he sayd to the Bramble:
woe is me, for I came to thée for helpe, who hast hurt me worse: not so (quod the Briar) thou wast deceiued, for I catche euery thing, and thinkest thou to lay holde on me?
MOR. Some are so foolish as to require aide of those which naturally are bent to hurt.