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Title: Anger
Author: Charles Lamb [ More Titles by Lamb]
Anger in its time and place May assume a kind of grace. It must have some reason in it, And not last beyond a minute. If to further lengths it go, It does into malice grow. 'Tis the difference that we see 'Twixt the Serpent and the Bee. If the latter you provoke, It inflicts a hasty stroke, Puts you to some little pain, But it _never stings again_. Close in tufted bush or brake Lurks the poison-swelled snake, Nursing up his cherish'd wrath. In the purlieus of his path, In the cold, or in the warm, Mean him good, or mean him harm, Whensoever fate may bring you, The vile snake will _always sting you_.
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