Crow 'Life shall conquer'? Nip these foolish fronds
"Of hope a-sprout, if haply thou discern
Me at the head—my victim's head, be sure!
Forth now! This taught thee, little else to learn!"
And forth he went. Folk heard him ask demure,
"How do you style this ailment? (There he peeps,
My father through the arras!) Sirs, the cure
"Is plain as A B C! Experience steeps
Blossoms of pennyroyal half an hour