By how much of me their reproach contains.Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside;
A VINE was luxuriant in the time of vintage with leaves and grapes. A Goat, passing by, nibbled its young tendrils and its leaves. The Vine addressed him and said: "Why do you thus injure me without a cause, and crop my leaves? Is there no young grass left? But I shall not have to wait long for my just revenge; for if you now should crop my leaves, and cut me down to my root, I shall provide the wine to pour over you when you are led as a victim to the sacrifice."
Till thus he 'gan besiege me: "Gentle maid,
1. GOD MODE
2. DUMB ENEMY
3. NO ADS