Quod utinam sicuti cygno cantum indulsit, ita huic quoque vocem tribuisset, ne tam pulchra ales, quae ex omni avitio longe praecellit, voce viduata, deliciae facundi dei, muta viveret et elinguis! Id vero ubi corvus audit, hoc solum sibi prae ceteris deesse, dum vult clarissime clangere, ut ne in hoc saltem olori concederet, oblitus offulae, quam mordicus retinebat, toto rictu hiavit atque ita, quod volatu pepererat, cantu amisit; enimvero vulpes, quod cursu amiserat, astu recuperavit.
Now just as he presented the swan with the power of song, if only he had given a voice to the crow too, so that such a lovely bird, far superior to all birdland, would not live mute and tongue-tied, vacant of voice yet the pet of the god of speech! Well, when the crow heard that, that this was his only defect compared to the other birds, he wanted to produce the loudest cry he could, and not yield to the swan on this point either. So forgetting the scrap he held in his mouth, he opened his beak to its widest, and thus lost by singing what he had won by flying; whereas the vixen regained by cunning what she had lost by running.
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