The Sick Kite

A kite, who had been long very ill, said to his mother; "Don't cry, mother; but go and pray to the gods that I may recover from this dreadful disease and pain." "Alas, child," said the mother, "which of the gods can I entreat for one who has robbed all their altars?"

Deathbed repentance is a poor remedy for the errors of a lifetime.