Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
If the enemy is an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we too should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb? In your own conscience now?
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