In summer, about midday, two travellers, worn out by the fierce sun, on seeing a plane tree, took refuge under its branches and, stretching out in its shade, rested. Now, having raised their eyes to the plane tree, they said to one another, "There is a tree that is barren and useless to man." The plane tree spoke up: "Ingrates," it said, "at the very moment when you are enjoying my kindness, you call me useless and barren."
So it is among people: some are so unlucky that, even in obliging their neighbours, they cannot make their kindness believed.Moral
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