The Tree and the Reed. 37 by Jacobs"Well, little one," said a
Tree to a Reed that was growing at its foot, "why do you not plant your feet
deeply in the ground, and raise your head boldly in the air as I
do?" Pe70=Ch143, Cax4.20, Laf1.22, Kry1.2, TMI J832, Type298C* The Oak and the Reeds. by Ernest Griset.A violent storm uprooted an Oak that grew on the bank of a river. The Oak drifted across the stream, and lodged among some Reeds. Wondering to find these still standing, he could not help asking them how it was they had escaped the fury of a storm which had torn him up by the roots. "We bent our heads to the blast," said they, "and it passed over us. You stood stiff and stubborn till you could stand on longer." Babrius36, Avi16, Town127, CS58, TMI J832, Type298C* quotation from "VISNU SARMA The Pancatantra" translated by Chandra Rajan, Penguin Classics. ------------------------------------------------------------ Pancatantra 1.(93)A hurricane does not uproot the pliant grass ------------------------------------------------------------ Pancatantra 3.(15)(16)If a stronger enemy assails you, Following the lowly manner of the reed ------------------------------------------------------------ Hito2.78, Kalila and Dimna. cf. Pancatantra 3.(116) THE OAK AND THE WILLOW. by Ernest Griset.A CONCEITED Willow had once the vanity to challenge
his mighty neighbour, the Oak, to a trial of strength. It
was to be determined by the next storm, and Aeolus was
addressed by both parties to exert his most powerful
efforts. This was no sooner asked than granted, and a
violent hurricane arose; when the pliant Willow, bending
from the blast, or shrinking under it, evaded all its
force; while the generous Oak, disdaining to give way,
opposed its fury, and was torn up by the roots.
Immediately the Willow began to exult, and to claim the
victory; when thus the fallen Oak interrupted his
exultation: Callest thou this a trial of strength?
Poor wretch! Not to thy strength, but weakness; not to
thy boldly facing danger, but meanly skulking from it,
thou owest thy present safety. I am an oak, though
fallen; thou still a willow, though unhurt. But who Bewick 1.24 |