A fine dish of beans had been placed in
the pot
With a view to a good mess of pottage,
all hot.
The beanstalks, aflame, a fierce heat were
begetting,
The beans in the pot were all fuming and
fretting.
Yet the beans and the stalks were not
born to be foes ;
Oh why should these hurry to finish off
those?
Tsao Chih, A.D. 192-232