Waltey

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.

Izvirnik

Ἔν τινι μυρσινῶνι κίχλα ἐνέμετο· διὰ δὲ τὴν γλυκύτητα τοῦ καρποῦ οὐκ ἀφίστατο. Ἰξευτὴς δὲ παρατηρησάμενος ἐμφιλοχωροῦσαν ἰξεύσας συνέλαβε· καὶ δὴ μέλλουσα ἀναιρεῖσθαι ἔφη· „δειλαία εἰμὶ, ἥτις διὰ τροφῆς γλυκύτητα ζωῆς στερίσκομαι.“

Ὁ λόγος εὔκαιρος πρὸς ἄνδρα ἄσωτον, διʼ ἡδυπάθειαν ἀπολωλεκότα ἑαυτόν.

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