<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Butterfly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SISTER.<br>Do, my dearest brother John,<br>Let that butterfly alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BROTHER.<br>What harm now do I do?<br>You're always making such a noise-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SISTER.<br>O fie, John; none but naughty boys<br>Say such rude words as you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BROTHER.<br>Because you're always speaking sharp:<br>On the same thing you always harp.<br>A bird one may not catch,<br>Nor find a nest, nor angle neither,<br>Nor from the peacock pluck a feather,<br>But you are on the watch<br>To moralize and lecture still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SISTER.<br>And ever lecture, John, I will,<br>When such sad things I hear.<br>But talk not now of what is past;<br>The moments fly away too fast,<br>Though endlessly they seem to last<br>To that poor soul in fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BROTHER.<br>Well, soon (I say) I'll let it loose;<br>But, sister, you talk like a goose,<br>There's no soul in a fly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SISTER.<br>It has a form and fibres fine,<br>Were tempered by the hand divine<br>Who dwells beyond the sky.<br>Look, brother, you have hurt its wing-<br>And plainly by its fluttering<br>You see it's in distress.<br>Gay painted coxcomb, spangled beau,<br>A butterfly is called, you know,<br>That's always in full dress:<br>The finest gentleman of all<br>Insects he is-he gave a ball,<br>You know the poet wrote.<br>Let's fancy this the very same,<br>And then you'll own you've been to blame<br>To spoil his silken coat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BROTHER.<br>Your dancing, spangled, powdered beau,<br>Look, through the air I've let him go:<br>And now we're friends again.<br>As sure as he is in the air,<br>From this time, Ann, I will take care,<br>And try to be humane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Lamb">Charles Lamb</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355225" data-title="The Butterfly de Charles Lamb" data-description="SISTER. Do, my dearest brother John, Let that butterfly alone. BROTHER. What harm now do I do? You're always making such a noise- SISTER. O fie, John; none but naughty boys Say such rude words as you. BROTHER. Because you're always speaking sha..."></div> </div> </div>

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