[1] A Fox, Almost With Hunger Dying, Some Grapes Upon A Trellis Spying, To All Appearance Ripe, Clad In Their Tempting Russet Skin, Most Gladly Would Have Eat Them; But Since He Could Not Get Them, So Far Above His Reach The Vine - 'They're Sour,' He Said; 'Such Grapes As These, The Dogs May Eat Them If They Please!' Did He Not Better Than To Whine?