Plane trees

Recorded by Paul Harvey.

Aesop's Fables: The Travelers and the Plane Tree.

Two Travelers were walking along a bare and dusty road in the heat of a summer's day.

Coming presently to a plane tree, they joyfully turned aside to shelter from the burning rays of the sun in the deep shade of its spreading branches.

As they rested, looking up into the tree, one of them remarked to his companion, "What a useless tree the plane is.

It bears no fruit and is of no service to man at all." The Plane Tree interrupted him with indignation.

"You ungrateful creature," it cried, "you come and take shelter under me from the scorching sun, and then in the very act of enjoying the cool shade of my foliage, you abuse me and call me good for nothing?" Many a service is met with ingratitude.

End The Travelers and the Plane Tree

The smaller the mind, the greater the conceit.

The Plane Tree.

Two travelers walking in the noonday sun sought the shade of a wide-spreading tree to rest.

As they lay looking up among the pleasant leaves, they saw that it was a plane tree.

"How useless is the plane," said one of them.

"It bears no fruit whatever and only serves to litter the ground with leaves." "Ungrateful creatures," said a voice from the plane tree.

"You lie here in my cooling shade, and yet you say I am useless.

Thus ungratefully, O Jupiter, do men receive their blessings." Our best blessings are often the least appreciated.

the greater the conceit.

The Plane Tree Two travelers, walking in the noonday sun, sought the shade of a wide-spreading tree to rest.

As they lay looking up among the pleasant leaves, they saw that it was a plane tree.

"'How useless is the plane!' said one of them, It bears no fruit whatever, and only serves to litter the ground with leaves.

Ungrateful creatures, said a voice from the plane tree.

You lie here in my cooling shade, and yet you say I am useless.

Thus, ungratefully, O Jupiter, do men receive their blessings.

I might have a rational explanation that Orithea was playing with Pharmacia when a northern gust carried her over the neighbouring rocks, and this being the manner of her death, she was said to have been carried away by Boreas.

there is a discrepancy however about the locality according to another version of the story she was taken from areopagus and not from this place now i quite acknowledge that these allegories are very nice but he is not to be envied who has to invent them much labour and ingenuity will be required of him and when he has once begun he must go on and rehabilitate hippocentaurs and chimeras dire gorgons and winged steeds flow in apace and numberless other inconceivable and portentous natures and if he is sceptical about them and would fain reduce them one after another to the rules of probability this sort of crude philosophy will take up a great deal of time now i have no leisure for such inquiries shall i tell you why i must first know myself as the delphian inscription says to be curious about that which is not my concern while i am still in ignorance of my own self would be ridiculous and therefore i bid farewell to all this the common opinion is enough for me for as i was saying i want to know not about this but about myself am i a monster more complicated and swollen with passion than the serpent typho or a creature of a gentler and simpler sort to whom nature has given a diviner and lowlier destiny but let me ask you friend have we not reached the plane-tree to which you were conducting us phaedrus yes this is the tree phaedrus by hera a fair resting-place full of summer sounds and scents here is this lofty and spreading plane tree and the agnus castus high and clustering in the fullest blossom and the greatest fragrance and the stream which flows beneath the plane tree is deliciously cold to the feet Judging from the ornaments and images, this must be a spot sacred to Achilleus and the nymphs.

Oh, how delightful is the breeze! So very sweet! And there is a sound in the air, shrill and summer-like, which makes answer to the chorus of the cicadae.

But the greatest charm of all is the grass, like a pillow gently sloping to the head.

"'My dear friend, I'm dying of good signs.' and the sick man and the doctor.

Aesop's Fables The Travelers and the Plain Tree Two travelers were walking along a bare and dusty road in the heat of a summer's day.

Coming presently to a plain tree, they joyfully turned aside to shelter from the burning rays of the sun in the deep shade of its spreading branches.

As they rested, looking up into the tree, one of them remarked to his companion, "'What a useless tree the plane is! It bears no fruit, and is of no service to man at all!' The plane-tree interrupted him with indignation.

"'You ungrateful creature!' it cried.

End

The Travelers

and the Plain Tree

"'My dear friend, I'm dying of good signs.' and the sick man and the doctor.

Aesop's Fables The Travelers and the Plain Tree Two travelers were walking along a bare and dusty road in the heat of a summer's day.

Coming presently to a plain tree, they joyfully turned aside to shelter from the burning rays of the sun in the deep shade of its spreading branches.

As they rested, looking up into the tree, one of them remarked to his companion, What a useless tree the plane is! It bears no fruit, and is of no service to man at all." The plane-tree interrupted him with indignation.

He replied, "Why, to tell you the truth, I drank so much wine that I remember nothing.

I do not know how I got out of the house." Two hundred ninety-three: The Travelers and the Plane Tree.

Two travelers, worn out by the heat of the summer's sun laid themselves down at noon under the widespreading branches of a plane tree.

As they rested under its shade, one of the travelers said to the other, What a singularly useless tree is the plane! It bears no fruit, and is not of the least service to man.

The plane tree interrupted him, said, You ungrateful fellows! Do you, while receiving benefits from me and resting under my shade, dare to describe me as useless and unprofitable? Some men underrate their best blessings.

294.

The Hares and the Frogs.

The smaller the mind, the greater the conceit.

The Plane Tree Two travelers, walking in the noonday sun, sought the shade of a wide-spreading tree to rest.

As they lay looking up among the pleasant leaves, they saw that it was a plane tree.

How useless is the plane, said one of them.

It bears no fruit whatever, and only serves to litter the ground with leaves.

Ungrateful creatures, said a voice from the plane tree.

You lie here in my cooling shade, and yet you say I am useless.

Thus, ungratefully, O Jupiter, do men receive their blessings.