A wolf, roaming by the mountain’s side, saw his own shadow, as the sun was setting, become greatly extended and magnified, and he said to himself, “Why should I, being such of immense size, and extending nearly an acre in the lenght, be afraid of the lion? Ought I not be acknowledgeed as King of all the collected beast?”
While he was indulging in these proud thoughts, a lion fell upon him, and killed him. He exclaimed with too-late repentance, “Wretched me! This over-estimation of myself is the cause of my destruction.”
Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.