"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."
Место: Chapter XII. Apology For Raimond Sebond. · ¶2342 Лицензия: Public domain · Источник Текст приведён как в издании, без правок.