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[Nov. 8th, 2009|08:17 pm] |
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
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