A Wolf saw a Goat feeding at the summit of a steep precipice¹, where he had not a chance of reaching her. He called to her, and earnestly besought² her to come lower down, lest she should by some mishap³ get a fall; and he added that the meadows lay where he was standing⁴, and that the herbage was most tender. She replied: "No, my friend, it is not of me you are thinking, but of yourself."

Invitations prompted by selfishness are not to be accepted.