Ludwig Tieck,
Translation:Puss in Boots — Act 3…
“ Nice people, these so-called humans. — Look, two partridges; I'll carry them off right away. — Now, Fortune, bestir yourself, for I too am almost out of patience. — I no longer have any desire to eat the partridges. It's clear that through mere habit we can accustom our natures to every possible virtue. ”
