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The Snaile.

Bonelesse and footlesse quight am I,
and quight deuoide of heare:
I haue no eyes to see withall,
but what my hornes doe beare.
Where so I goe, or where I touche,
I leaue a filthie slime:
Salte frettyng, doeth me sore annoye:
the tallest tower I clime.