An ass munched thistles, while a nightingale From passion`s fountain flooded all the vale. `Hee-haw!` cried he, `I hearken,` as who knew For such ear-largess humble thanks were due. `Friend,` said the winged pain, `in vain you bray, Who tunnels bring, not cisterns, for my lay; None but his peers the poet rightly hear, Nor mete we listeners by their length of ear.`SourceThe script ran 0.006 seconds.
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