The Woodcutter cut down a Mountain Oak and split it in pieces,
making wedges of its own branches for dividing the trunk.
The Oak said with a sigh, "I do not care about the blows of the
axe aimed at my roots, but I do grieve at being torn in pieces
by these wedges made from my own branches."
Misfortunes springing from ourselves are the hardest to bear.
(Translated by George Fyler Townsend, 1814-1900)