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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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not the look of it--love of rice may ruin us, as the Traveller was ruined. "All out of longing for a golden bangle, The Tiger, in the mud, the man did mangle." "How did that happen?" asked the Pigeons. THE STORY OF THE TIGER AND THE TRAVELLER "Thus," replied Speckle-neck: "I was pecking about one day in the Deccan forest, and saw an old tiger sitting newly bathed on the bank of a pool, like a Brahman, and with holy kuskus-grass[3] in his paws. 'Ho! ho! ye travellers,' he kept calling out, 'take this golden bangle!' Presently a covetous fellow passed by and heard him. 'Ah!' thought he, 'this is a bit of luck--but I must not risk my neck for it either. "Good things come not out of bad things; wisely leave a longed-for ill. Nectar being mixed with poison serves no purpose but to kill."
The House of Atreus

Produced by Ted Garvin, Lorna Hanrahan, Charles Franks, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team NINE GREEK DRAMAS BY AESCHYLUS, SOPHOCLES, EURIPIDES AND ARISTOPHANES TRANSLATIONS BY E.D.A. MORSHEAD E.H. PLUMPTRE, GILBERT MURRAY AND B.B. ROGERS WITH INTRODUCTIONS AND NOTES
'But all gain is got by risk, so I will see into it at least;' then he called out, 'Where is thy bangle?' The Tiger stretched forth his paw and exhibited it. 'Hem!' said the Traveller, 'can I trust such a fierce brute as thou art?' 'Listen,' replied the Tiger, 'once, in the days of my cub-hood, I know I was very wicked. I killed cows, Brahmans, and men without number--and I lost my wife and children for it--and haven't kith or kin left. But lately I met a virtuous man who counselled me to practise the duty of almsgiving--and, as thou seest, I am strict at ablutions and alms. Besides, I am old, and my nails and fangs are gone--so who would mistrust me? and I have so far conquered selfishness, that I keep the golden bangle for whoso comes. Thou seemest poor! I will give it thee. Is it not said, 'Give to poor men, son of Kunti--on the wealthy waste not wealth; Good are simples for the sick man, good for nought to him in health.' 'Wade over the pool, therefore, and take the bangle,' Thereupon the covetous Traveller determined to trust him, and waded into the pool, where he soon found himself plunged in mud, and unable to move.