Two Travelers, worn out by the heat of the summer's sun, laid
themselves down at noon under the widespreading branches
of a Plane-Tree. As they rested under its shade, one of the
Travelers said to the other, "What a singularly useless tree is the
Plane! It bears no fruit, and is not of the least service to man."
The Plane-Tree, interrupting him, said, "You ungrateful fellows!
Do you, while receiving benefits from me and resting under my
shade, dare to describe me as useless, and unprofitable?"
Some men underrate their best blessings.
(Translated by George Fyler Townsend, 1814-1900)