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L'Estrange version
A poor lark enter'd into a miserable expostulation with a bird-catcher, that had taken her in his net, and was just about to put her to death. Alas (says she) what am I to dye for now? I am no thief; I have stoln neither gold, nor silver; but for making bold with one pityful grain of corn am I now to suffer.
Moral
'Tis to no purpose to stand reasoning where the adversary is both party and judge.
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