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There is no point running; we must start at the right time.
The hare and the tortoise are a testimony.
Let's wager, says this one, that you will not reach
As soon as me this goal. - So early? Are you wise?
The light animal goes away.
My dear, you need to purge
With four grains of hellebore.
- Wise or not, I bet again.
So was done: and of both
We put near the goal of the stakes:
Knowing what, it's not the case,
Neither of which judge was agreed.
Our Hare had only four steps to go;
I hear from those he does when ready to be reached
He moves away from the dogs, sends them back to the Calendar,
And they walk the moors.
Having, I say, some rest time to graze,
To sleep, and to listen
Where does the wind come from, it leaves the Turtle
Go on his Senator's train.
She leaves, she strives;
She is hurrying slowly.
He, however, despises such a victory,
Hold the wager to little glory,
Believe that there is an honor
To leave late. He grazes, he rests,
He's having fun with everything else
What a challenge. In the end when he lives
That the other was almost reaching the end of the career,
He left like a line, but the impulses he made
Were vain: the Turtle arrived first.
Well ! she cried, was I not right?
What does your speed serve you?
Me, win! and what would it be
If you were wearing a house?
The hare and the tortoise are a testimony.
Let's wager, says this one, that you will not reach
As soon as me this goal. - So early? Are you wise?
The light animal goes away.
My dear, you need to purge
With four grains of hellebore.
- Wise or not, I bet again.
So was done: and of both
We put near the goal of the stakes:
Knowing what, it's not the case,
Neither of which judge was agreed.
Our Hare had only four steps to go;
I hear from those he does when ready to be reached
He moves away from the dogs, sends them back to the Calendar,
And they walk the moors.
Having, I say, some rest time to graze,
To sleep, and to listen
Where does the wind come from, it leaves the Turtle
Go on his Senator's train.
She leaves, she strives;
She is hurrying slowly.
He, however, despises such a victory,
Hold the wager to little glory,
Believe that there is an honor
To leave late. He grazes, he rests,
He's having fun with everything else
What a challenge. In the end when he lives
That the other was almost reaching the end of the career,
He left like a line, but the impulses he made
Were vain: the Turtle arrived first.
Well ! she cried, was I not right?
What does your speed serve you?
Me, win! and what would it be
If you were wearing a house?
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