As the feet of the _lin_, which avoid each living thing,
So our prince’s noble sons no harm to men will bring.
They are the _lin!_
As the front of the _lin_, never forward thrust in wrath,
So our prince’s noble grandsons of love tread the path.
They are the _lin!_
As the horn of the _lin_, flesh-tipped, no wound to give,
So our prince’s noble kindred kindly with all live.
They are the _lin!_
(Confucius)
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