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The chiefs contend only for their place of burial.
[Lat., Ducibus tantum de funere pugna est.]
The chiefs contend only for their place of burial.
[Lat., Ducibus tantum de funere pugna est.]
He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our
skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our
skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
Thus when a barber and collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier--white;
The dusty collier heaves read more
Thus when a barber and collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier--white;
The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack,
And, big with vengeance, beats the barber--black.
In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'er spread,
And beats the collier and the barber--red;
Black, red, and white, in various clouds are toss'd,
And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.
The whole discord of this world consists in discords.
[Lat., Tota hujus mundi concordia ex discordibus constat.]
The whole discord of this world consists in discords.
[Lat., Tota hujus mundi concordia ex discordibus constat.]
In excessive altercation, truth is lost.
[Lat., Nimium altercando veritas amittitur.]
In excessive altercation, truth is lost.
[Lat., Nimium altercando veritas amittitur.]
A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman
are alike.
A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman
are alike.
So when two dogs are fighting in the streets,
When a third dog one of the two dogs meets:
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So when two dogs are fighting in the streets,
When a third dog one of the two dogs meets:
With angry teeth he bites him to the bone,
And this dog smarts for what that dog has done.
Did thrust (as now) in other's corn his sickle.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Did thrust (as now) in other's corn his sickle.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
