One winter a Farmer found a Snake stiff and
frozen with cold. He had compassion on it, and taking it up, placed it in his
bosom. The Snake was quickly revived by the warmth, and resuming its natural
instincts, bit its benefactor, inflicting on him a mortal wound.
"Oh," cried the Farmer with his last breath, "I am rightly
served for pitying a scoundrel."
The greatest kindness will not bind the ungrateful.
The greatest kindness will not bind the ungrateful.
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