The leech has two daughters,
“Give,” “Give.”
There are three things that will not be satisfied,
Four that will not say, “Enough”:

There are three things which are too wonderful for me,
Four which I do not understand:

Under three things the earth quakes,
And under four, it cannot bear up:

There are three things which are stately in their march,
Even four which are stately when they walk: