Her var ey at tøve, den Hane blev spendt, En gloende Kuule hen venlig forsendtDen skind-klæde Skolt bag sit Øre; Det smaget ham ligesom nye-smeltet Bly,De andre hans Grander begyndte at flye, Vil Selskab der længer ey giøre.

-Petter Dass

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