So in the Libyan fable it is told

That once an eagle, stricken with a dart,

Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft,

"With our own feathers, not by others' hands,

Are we now smitten."

Aeschylus (525-456 b c): Frag. 135 (trans. by Plumptre).

Read my little fable:

He that runs may read.

Most can raise the flowers now,

For all have got the seed.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): The Flower.