post aliquot venit saeculis retorridus, qui saepe laqueos et muscipula effugerat; proculque insidias cernens hostis callidi, Sic valeas, inquit, ut farina es, quae iaces!
After a few others there came an old fellow shrivelled by the ages, who had escaped snares and mousetraps many a time. Clearly perceiving from afar the stratagem of his crafty enemy, he said: I wish you luck, you who are lying there, just as truly and sincerely as I believe that you are only flour.
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