VII

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VII

“Show him a mouse’s tail, and he will guess,

With metaphysic swiftness, at the mouse;

Show him a garden, and with speed no less,

He’ll surmise sagely of a dwelling-house,

And plot, in the same minute, how to chouse

The owner out of it; show him a⁠—” “Peace!

Peace! nor contrive thy mistress’ ire to rouse!”

Return’d the princess, “my tongue shall not cease

Till from this hated match I get a free release.