noctua, ut vidit sibi nullum esse auxilium et verba contemni sua, hac est adgressa garrulam fallacia: Dormire quia me non sinunt cantus tui, sonare citharam quos putes Apollinis, potare est animus nectar, quod Pallas mihi nuper donavit; .
When the owl perceived that there was no help for the matter, since her words were disregarded, she moved against her chattering enemy with the following stratagem: Since your bursts of song, howbeit such as one might suppose were sounded by Apollos lyre, allow me no sleep, I have a mind to drink some nectar that Pallas lately gave me for a present;
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