“Does the ear not put words to the test,
Just as the palate tastes its food [distinguishing between the desirable and the undesirable]?

Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have trodden, and thirst.

One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them.

‘Between morning and evening they are broken in pieces;
Unobserved, they perish forever.

“There is no umpire between us,
Who may lay his hand upon us both.