A FOX was mounting a hedge when he lost his footing and caught

　　hold of a Bramble to save himself. Having pricked1 and grievously

　　tom the soles of his feet, he accused the Bramble because, when

　　he had fled to her for assistance, she had used him worse than

　　the hedge itself. The Bramble, interrupting him, said, "But you

　　really must have been out of your senses to fasten yourself on

　　me, who am myself always accustomed to fasten upon others."

　　To the selfish all are selfish