The ruins of the poet
A person is to the page the street of the king, that was packed up
in the deep meditation, and with small of another entrance run if
suddenly to the pórticos of a strange city found became. In order to
make a sought after of the entrance,, that like a necessitator of
the sequences delayed becomes, and before the king takes. Is "that
it for you," the said king, "and who is its in the life doubted?" "Snouter
the black box," it answered the person, with the ready invention;
"that selects the pocket." The king was around it to arrange for
itself, to be relaxed when the most important Ministere proposed,
that the fingers of the prisoner are examined. It strongly was found
crushed up were and was hardened herself to the end. "Hectares!" the
king cried; "I have it if said! - More addicted to the calculation
of that anointed is. This is a poet. It invests highly is it to the
gentleman of that to dissuade the habit of the head." "My gentleman
lean," said he. "Around it, to call" the king says. "Around quelo to
consider, around the head to protect!" |
The Poet's Doom
A person was walking along the King's highway wrapped in meditation
and with little else on, when he suddenly found himself at the gates
of a strange city. On applying for admittance, he was arrested as a
necessitator of ordinances, and taken before the King. "Who are
you," said the King, "and what is your business in life?" "Snouter
the Sneak," replied the person, with ready invention; "pick-pocket."
The King was about to command him to be released when the Prime
Minister suggested that the prisoner's fingers be examined. They
were found greatly flattened and calloused at the ends. "Ha!" cried
the King; "I told you so! - he is addicted to counting syllables.
This is a poet. Turn him over to the Lord High Dissuader from the
Head Habit." "My liege," said the Inventor-in-Ordinary of Ingenious
Penalties, "I venture to suggest a keener affliction. "Name it," the
King said. "Let him keep his head!"
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