There was sick Kite who was about die, said to his mother: "O Mother! do not mourn, but at once invoke the gods that my life may be prolonged."
She replied, "Alas! my son, which of the gods do
you think will pity you? Is there one whom you
have not outraged by filching from their very
altars a part of the sacrifice offered up to
them?''
Moral: We must make friends in
prosperity if we would have their help in
adversity.