But what think you? A certain man had two sons; and he came to the first, and said, Son, go work to day in my vineyard.…
When a farmer wants to catch wild turkeys, building his pen in the woods, and digging his trench, he strews corn along. He must be a miser who would grudge enough corn to catch a dozen turkeys; and crafty men must be mean and selfish indeed if they cannot spare enough disinterestedness to catch you with. And so they bait themselves with good nature, with jollity, and with wit; and people say of them, oftentimes, "Now that man has a great deal that is good about him." Yes, it is about him. There are men of whom it is said, "Oh, well, a man had better look out for him in the end, but still he has ver?' good qualities." He is a pleasant fellow; but under all his pleasantness there is craft. I have seen mosquitoes. They are very delicately organized creatures. They have beautiful wings, looked at through the microscope; they sing a very sweet tenor; and if you notice how they sit down on you nothing is more graceful. Lighting, they hush their song; and it is not until they have found the right place that they commence sucking your blood. And there are men in the world that are just like them. Blood is what they want. That is the reason of their gauzy flight and their singing about you. Since it is blood they want they take the way to get it.
(H. W. Beecher.)
Parallel VersesKJV: But what think ye? A certain man had two sons; and he came to the first, and said, Son, go work to day in my vineyard.