Peace

When lion and lamb have together lain down
Spectators cry out, all in chorus:
“The lamb doesn’t shrink nor the lion frown⁠—
A miracle’s working before us!”

But ’tis patent why Hot-head his wrath holds in,
And Faint-heart her terror and loathing;
For the one’s but an ass in a lion’s skin,
The other a wolf in sheep’s clothing.