Quote#War
Are ye, two vultures sick for battle
Quote byPercy Bysshe Shelley · 1792–1822
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Similes for Two Political Characters of 1819 (Published 1832), st. 4.
English (original)
Are ye, two vultures sick for battle, Two scorpions under one wet stone, Two bloodless wolves whose dry throats rattle, Two crows perched on the murrained cattle, Two vipers tangled into one.
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
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