Wisemen say nothing in dangerous times. The Lyon you knowe call'd the sheep to aske her if his breath smelt; shee said Yes: hee bitt off her head for a foole. He call'd the Wolfe & asked him; hee said Noe; he tore him in pieces for a flatterer. At last hee called the fox, and asked him: why, he had gott a cold and could not smell.
-John Seldon
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