A Kite, sick unto death, said to his mother: "O Mother! do not mourn, but at once invoke¹ the gods that my life may be prolonged." She replied: "Alas²! my son, which of the gods do you think will pity you? Is there one whom you have not outraged³ by filching⁴ from their very altars a part of the sacrifice which had been offered up to them?"

We must make friends in prosperity, if we would have their help in adversity.