"The fawning whelps of household curs will rise, And, shaking the soft slumber from their eyes, Oft bark and stare at ev'ry one within, As upon faces they had never seen."
Endroit: Chapter XII. Apology For Raimond Sebond. · ¶2342 Licence: Public domain · Source Le texte est donné tel que dans l'édition, sans retouche.