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A Wall-flower spoke, -- as I have somewhere read, -- / A Thyme-plant growing in a neighboring bed, / In the flower language, scornfully addressing: / "Heaven help you, Thyme! 'Tis really distressing!
Though the most fragrant of all plants, I own, / Scarce a hand's breadth above the ground you've grown."
"Dear friend, that I'm of humble height, 'tis true, / But without help I grow. I pity you, / That cannot rise, even a hand's breadth high, / Without a wall to climb by, if you try."
For writers, who, by clinging to the name / Of others, arrogate an author's fame, -- / By adding to a work, perchance a note, / Or a short preface, -- this response I quote.