The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2As the front of the lin, never forward thrust in wrath, p. 11
So our prince's noble grandsons of love tread the path.
They are the lin!
3As the horn of the lin, flesh-tipped, no wound to give,
So our prince's noble kindred kindly with all live.
They are the lin!