"The tamer herds, and wilder sort of brutes. Though we of higher race conclude them mutes. Yet utter dissonant and various notes, From gentler lungs or more distended throats, As fear, or grief, or anger, do them move, Or as they do approach the joys of love."
Место: Chapter XII. Apology For Raimond Sebond. · ¶2235 Лицензия: Public domain · Источник Текст приведён как в издании, без правок.