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Hindu literature : Comprising The Book of good counsels, Nala and Damayanti, The Ramayana, and Sakoontala

Creator: Anonymous, Dutt, Toru, 1856-1877, Kalidasa, Valmiki
Translator: Arnold, Edwin, Sir, 1832-1904, Griffiths, R. T. H., Monier-Williams, Monier, Sir, 1819-1899
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'Now, friend Deer,' said Sharp-sense on perceiving him, 'do thou cause thyself to seem like one dead: puff thy belly up with wind, stiffen thy legs out, and lie very still. I will make a show of pecking thine eyes out with my beak; and whensoever I utter a croak, then spring to thy feet and betake thee to flight.' The Deer thereon placed himself exactly as the Crow suggested, and was very soon espied by the husbandman, whose eyes opened with joy at the sight. 'Aha!' said he, 'the fellow has died of himself,' and so speaking, he released the Deer from the snare, and proceeded to gather and lay aside his nets. At that instant Sharp-sense uttered a loud croak, and the Deer sprang up and made off. And the club which the husbandman flung after him in a rage struck Small-wit, the Jackal (who was close by), and killed him. Is it not said, indeed?-- 'In years, or moons, or half-moons three, Or in three days--suddenly, Knaves are shent--true men go free,' "Thou seest, then," said Golden-skin, "there can be no friendship between food and feeder." "I should hardly," replied the Crow, "get a large breakfast out of your
The Resources of Quinola

THE RESOURCES OF QUINOLA A COMEDY IN A PROLOGUE AND FIVE ACTS BY HONORE DE BALZAC First Presented at the Theatre de l'Odeon, Paris March 19, 1842. AUTHOR'S PREFACE Had the author of the following play written it merely for the purpose of winning for it the universal praise which the journals have lavished upon his romances, and which perhaps transcended their merits, _The Resources of Quinola_ would still have been an excellent
worship; but as to that indeed you have nothing to fear from me. I am not often angry, and if I were, you know-- 'Anger comes to noble natures, but leaves there no strife or storm: Plunge a lighted torch beneath it, and the ocean grows not warm.' "Then, also, thou art such a gad-about," objected the King. "Maybe," answered Light o' Leap; "but I am bent on winning thy friendship, and I will die at thy door of fasting if thou grantest it not. Let us be friends! for 'Noble hearts are golden vases--close the bond true metals make; Easily the smith may weld them, harder far it is to break. Evil hearts are earthen vessels--at a touch they crack a-twain, And what craftsman's ready cunning can unite the shards again?' And then, too, 'Good men's friendships may be broken, yet abide they friends at heart; Snap the stem of Luxmee's lotus, and its fibres will not part.' "Good sir," said the King of the Mice, "your conversation is as pleasing as pearl necklets or oil of sandal-wood in hot weather. Be it as you will"--and thereon King Golden-skin made a treaty with the Crow, and after gratifying him with the best of his store reentered his hole. The