Question

One winter the farmer found a
snake stiff and froze with cold.
He had compassion in it, and
taking it up, place it on his
bosom. The snake was quick
revived by a warmth, and
resuming its naturally instinct,
bit its benefactor. "Oh" cry the
farmer with his latest breath,
“I am rightly served for
pitying a scoundrel".​

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