Prevod

A thrush was feeding in a myrtle grove, and the sweetness of the berries kept her from leaving. A birdcatcher noticed that she lingered there and caught her with birdlime. As she was about to be killed, she said, “Wretched creature that I am! For the sweetness of food I am losing my life.” This fable applies to a spendthrift who has ruined himself through his love of pleasure.