wolf, meeting with a lamb astray from the fold, resolved not tolay violent hands on him, but to find some plea to justify1 to thelamb the wolf’s right to eat him. he thus addressed him:"sirrah, last year you grossly insulted me." "indeed," leatedthe lamb in a mournful tone of voice, "i was not then born." thensaid the wolf, "you feed in my pasture." "no, good sir," repliedthe lamb, "i have not yet tasted grass." again said the wolf,"you drink of my well." "no," exclaimed the lamb, "i n*r yetdrank water, for as yet my mother’s milk is both food and drinkto me." upon which the wolf seized him and ate him up, saying,well! i won’t remain supperless, *n though you refute *ryne of my imputations." the tyrant2 will always find a pretext3 foris tyranny. __
