The Fox And The Grapes.

A fox, almost with hunger dying, Some grapes upon a trellis spying, To all appearance ripe, clad in Their tempting russet skin, Most gladly would have eat them; But since he could not get them, So far above his reach the vine - 'They're sour,' he said; 'such grapes as these, The dogs may eat them if they please!' Did he not better than to whine?