A lark caught in a snare lamented, saying, “Alas, what a poor, wretched bird I am! I stole no one’s gold or silver, nor anything else of value; yet a tiny grain of wheat has brought about my death.” The fable is for those who run great risks for trifling gain.
Κορυδαλλὸς, εἰς πάγην ἁλοὺς, θρηνῶν ἔλεγεν· „οἴμοι τῷ ταλαιπώρῳ καὶ δυστήνῳ πτηνῷ· οὐ χρυσὸν ἐνοσφισάμην τινὸς, οὐκ ἂργυρον, οὐκ ἄλλο τι τῶν τιμίων· κόκκος δὲ σίτου μικρὸς τὸν θάνατόν μοι προὐξένησεν.“
Ὁ μῦθος πρὸς τοὺς διὰ κέρδος εὐτελὲς μέγαν ὑφισταμένους κίνδυνον.
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