Her own dear nose—in statu quo:
Yet scarce recovered, laugh’d and cried,
’Twixt joy—and disappointed pride.
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Quoth Homespun—To my mind, my dame,
A tricking fairy is that same!
Why did she meddle thus about us?
To tempt us first, and then to flout us?—
But let us not complain, my Sue;