FastSaying

The raven once in snowy plumes was drest, White as the whitest dove's unsullied breast, Fair as the guardian of the Capitol, Soft as the swan; a large and lovely fowl His tongue, his prating tongue had changed him quite To sooty blackness from the purest white.

Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso)

Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso)

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