"Once a man fostered in his house a lion cub, from the mother's milk torn, craving the breast given. In the first steps of its young life mild, it played with children and delighted the old...But it grew with time, and the lion in the blood strain came out; it paid grace to those who had fostered it in blood and death..."
(Ag. 716ff; trans. Lattimore)
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