A Vine was luxuriant in the time of vintage with leaves and grapes.
A Goat, passing by, nibbled its young tendrils and its leaves.
The Vine addressed him and said: "Why do you thus injure me
without a cause, and crop my leaves? Is there no young grass left?
But I shall not have to wait long for my just revenge; for if you now
should crop my leaves, and cut me down to my root, I shall
provide the wine to pour over you when you are led as a victim
to the sacrifice."
(Translated by George Fyler Townsend, 1814-1900)