Any nose may ravage with impunity a rose

Any nose
May ravage with impunity a rose.

Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

to ensure an end to impunity.

Rose took my nose, I suppose,” he repeated; the bubble of phlegm in his throat made a disgusting crackle. “And it really blows.