Your corn is ripe to-day; mine will be so to-morrow. 'Tis profitable for us
both, that I shou'd labour with you to-day, and that you shou'd aid me tomorrow.
I have no kindness for you, and know you have as little for me. I
will not, therefore, take any pains upon your account; and should I labour
with you upon my own account, in expectation of a return, I know I shou'd
be disappointed, and that I shou'd in vain depend upon your gratitude. Here
then I leave you to labour alone; You treat me in the same manner. The
seasons change; and both of us lose our harvests for want of mutual confidence
and security