under the heavens we seemed removed from it as any Babylonian

wench, of the upturned wine-jar, and of a whole heap of other good

Then look how the reconciled towns chat pleasantly together, how

And yet they are all cruelly mishandled; their wounds are bleeding

But let us also scan the mien of the spectators; we shall thus

Look at that poor crest-maker, tearing at his hair....

....and at that pike-maker, who has just farted in yon

And do you see with what pleasure this sickle-maker....

....is thumbing his nose at the spear-maker?

Great!（4644）