tunc vulpes pecudum ridens astuta quietem, verborum vacuam prodidit esse fidem: haec dabit aegrotis inquit medicamina membris, pallida caeruleus cui notat ora color?.
Then a cunning vixen, laughing at the acquiescence of the cattle, disclosed the futility of giving credence to words: Is physic, she asked, going to be prescribed for diseased limbs by this frog, whose pale face is sicklied oer with a livid hue?
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