Musca in temone sedit et mulam increpans Quam tarda es inquit non vis citius progredi? vide ne dolone collum conpungam tibi.
A fly sat on the tongue of a wagon and railed at a mule, saying: How slow you are, go faster, wont you? Take care lest I puncture your neck with my sting.
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