Post #811 • June 15, 2006, 11:23 AM • 44 Comments
When the laurel and the myrtle saw the pear tree being cut down, they cried out, "O pear tree, where are you going? Where is all the pride you had when you were covered with ripe fruit? Now you will no longer shade us with your dense foliage." Then the pear tree answered, "I am going with the farmer who is cutting me down, and he will take me to the workshop of a fine sculptor, who with his art will give me the shape of Jove the god. I shall be dedicated in the temple, and adored by men as Jove, while you will often be maimed and stripped of your branches, which men will place upon me to honor me.