The rejoicer shall suffer as we have done！'
And death in company is the best of things；[159] wherefore I will certainly and assuredly hasten to slay thee ere thou see me slain.'Said the fox to himself，'Ah！ Ah！ I am fallen into the snare with this tyrant，and my case calleth for the use of craft and cunning；for indeed it is said that a woman fashioneth her jewellery for the day of display，and quoth the proverb，'I have not kept thee，O my tear，save for the time when distress draweth near.' And unless I make haste to circumvent this prepotent beast I am lost without recourse；and how well saith the poet，'Make thy game by guile，for thou'rt born in a Time Whose sons are lions in forest lain；And turn on the leat[160] of thy knavery That the mill of subsistence may grind thy grain；