‘The lamb doesn’t shrink nor the lion frown
A miracle’s working before us!’
But ‘t is patent why Hot-head his wrath holds in,
And Faint-heart her terror and loathing;
For the one’s but an ass in a lion’s skin,
The other a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
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