Some oxen wish'd the butcher tribe to kill
Who boasted a to them destructive skill.
But when they met and now for direful fray
Whetted their horns, an ox of ancient day
Among them, who for years had borne the plough,
Said, "These at least have hands experienced, how
To kill and carve us, not to hack and hew:
But if we chance on men to slaughter new,
We shall die twice. One will not lack to fell
The ox but one perhaps to do it well."
Source: Davies: Fables of Babrius, Babrius 21.
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