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THE OFFENDED SNAIL
A snail, when climbing up a rose,
By thorns assaulted, pricked her nose.
She dropped, and wrote with painful scrawl
A silver sentence on the wall.
By thorns assaulted, pricked her nose.
She dropped, and wrote with painful scrawl
A silver sentence on the wall.
A fairy who was wondrous wise
Regarded this with beamy eyes,
And straightway with a lovely laugh
Announced the glazy autograph.
Regarded this with beamy eyes,
And straightway with a lovely laugh
Announced the glazy autograph.
‘A rose,’ the shelly scribe had writ,
‘May be the very spice of wit;
But 'tis not comely with a thorn
To greet a lady's offered horn!’
‘May be the very spice of wit;
But 'tis not comely with a thorn
To greet a lady's offered horn!’
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