Edita gurgitibus limoque immersa profundo et luteis tantum semper amica vadis, ad superos colles herbosaque prata recurrens mulcebat miseras turgida rana feras, callida quod posset gravibus succurrere morbis et vitam ingenio continuare suo; nec se Paeonio iactat cessisse magistro, quamvis perpetuos curet in orbe deos.
Sprung from pools, immersed in depths of mud, the constant friend of naught but miry shallows, a distended frog, revisiting the hills above and the grassy meadows, sought to comfort the afflicted beasts with the assurance that her leech-craft could relieve their sore diseases and her genius could prolong their lives. Her boast was that she had never been surpassed by the Paeonian master, though he attended the everlasting gods in turn.
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