Non illam quaero quae cum libitum est concipit, dein portat onus ignotum certis mensibus, novissime prolapsam effundit sarcinam; verum illam quae me nutrit admoto ubere, fraudatque natos lacte ne desit mihi.
Oh, shes not the one I am looking for, said the lamb, one who conceives at pleasure, then, after carrying her unknown burden for a fixed number of months, finally lets go and drops her bundle on the ground. But I am looking for her who feeds me by offering her udder, and even robs her own offspring of milk lest I go without.
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