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And it is good to cheat the pair, and gibe, Letting the rank tongue blossom into speech. Setebos, Setebos, and Setebos! Thinketh, He dwelleth i’ the cold o’ the moon. Thinketh He made it, with the sun to match, But not the stars; the stars came otherwise.

欺骗这一对，嘲笑他们，让他们的臭舌头开花结果，这是件好事。塞特伯斯，塞特伯斯，塞特伯斯!我想，他住在寒冷的月亮上。他以为神造万物，是要太阳与他相配，并不是要星宿与他相配。星星从另一个角度来了。

— Robert Browning 罗伯特·布朗宁