A KITE, sick unto death, said to his mother: “O Mother! —
do not mourn, but at once invoke the gods that my life may be prolonged. —
” She replied, “Alas! —
my son, which of the gods do you think will pity you? —
Is there one whom you have not outraged by filching from their very altars a part of the sacrifice offered up to them?’
We must make friends in prosperity if we would have their help in adversity.