THE frugal snail, with forecast of repose, Carries his house with him where'er he goes; Peeps out, -- and if there comes a shower of rain, Retreats to his small domicile again. Touch but a tip of him, a horn, -- 't is well, -- He curls up in his sanctuary shell. He's his own landlord, his own tenant; stay Long as he will, he dreads no Quarter Day. Himself he boards and lodges; both invites And feats himself; sleeps with himself o' nights. He spares the upholsterer trouble to procure Chattels; himself is his own furniture, And his sole riches. Wheresoe'er he roam, -- Knock when you will, -- he's sure to be at home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL THE VAGABONDS by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE WRESTLING JACOB by CHARLES WESLEY THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS by MARIA ABDY SATIRE: 5 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: DEDICATION TO R. WENMAN by WILLIAM BASSE |