The Brazier and His Dog

There was a certain brazier who had a little dog. While he hammered away at his metal, the dog slept, but whenever he sat down to his dinner the dog woke up. "Sluggard cur!" said the brazier, throwing him a bone, "you sleep through the noise of the anvil, but wake up at the first clatter of my teeth."

Men are awake enough to their own interests, who turn a deaf ear to their friends' distress.