Wondering if I were unduly alarming myself, yet, I confess,

(A kind of oracle-match now ensues.)

How, you cursed animal, could the wolf ever unite with the sheep?

As long as the wood-bug gives off a fetid odour, when it flies; as

long as the noisy bitch is forced by nature to litter blind pups, so

Then what should be done? Not to stop War would be to leave it

to the decision of chance which of the two people should suffer the

most, whereas by uniting under a treaty, we share the empire of

You will never make the crab walk straight.

Great!（2）