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(How contemptible is poetry that is all foliage!) On the banks of the Tagus, the Tadpole spoke with the Frog, praising the leaves, the thickness of a great reed bed, and its greenery. But when the wind’s 5 slow force brought down a reed, which fell into the river, the Frog said in an instructive tone: “Come and look at it, my child; so smooth outside, so fresh and green; 10 within, all spongy, all hollow.” Had the Frog understood poetry, she would have said the same of many a verse.