786 Than other food for human use created, It first directeth its impoverished way. Curs findeth it thereafter, coming downward, 787 More snarling than their puissance demands, And turns from them disdainfully its muzzle. It goes on falling, and the more it grows, The more it finds the dogs becoming wolves, 788 This maledict and misadventurous ditch. Descended then through many a hollow gulf, It finds the foxes so replete with fraud, 789 They fear no cunning that may master them. Nor will I cease because another hears me; And well ’twill be for him, if still he mind him Of what a truthful spirit to me unravels. 790 Thy grandson I behold, who doth become 791 A hunter of those wolves upon the bank Of the wild stream, and terrifies them all. He sells their flesh, it being yet alive;