The Housekeeper
The frugal snail, with forecast of repose, | |
Carries his house with him where’er he goes; | |
Peeps out,—and if there comes a shower of rain, | |
Retreats to his small domicile again. | |
Touch but a tip of him, a horn,—’t is well,— | |
He curls up in his sanctuary shell. | |
He ’s his own landlord, his own tenant; stay | |
Long as he will, he dreads no Quarter Day.
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Himself he boards and lodges; both invites | |
And feasts himself; sleeps with himself o’ nights. | |
He spares the upholsterer trouble to procure | |
Chattels; himself is his own furniture, | |
And his sole riches. Wheresoe’er he roam,— | |
Knock when you will,—he ’s sure to be at home. Charles Lamb 1775-1834 |
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