The chiefs contend only for their place of burial.
[Lat., Ducibus tantum de funere pugna est.]

The chiefs contend only for their place of burial.
[Lat., Ducibus tantum de funere pugna est.]

Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.

Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.

Great contest follows, and much learned dust
Involves the combatants; each claiming truth,
And truth disclaiming both.

Great contest follows, and much learned dust
Involves the combatants; each claiming truth,
And truth disclaiming both.

And the combat ceased, for want of combatants.
[Fr., Et le combat cessa, faute de combattants.]

And the combat ceased, for want of combatants.
[Fr., Et le combat cessa, faute de combattants.]

In excessive altercation, truth is lost.
[Lat., Nimium altercando veritas amittitur.]

In excessive altercation, truth is lost.
[Lat., Nimium altercando veritas amittitur.]

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
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But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
From sharp contentions.

Stir up the hornets.
[Fr., Irriter les freslons.]

Stir up the hornets.
[Fr., Irriter les freslons.]

You will stir up the hornets.
[Lat., Irritabis crabones.]

You will stir up the hornets.
[Lat., Irritabis crabones.]

Thus when a barber and collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier--white;
The dusty collier heaves read more

Thus when a barber and collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier--white;
The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack,
And, big with vengeance, beats the barber--black.
In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'er spread,
And beats the collier and the barber--red;
Black, red, and white, in various clouds are toss'd,
And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.