ille refert: nunc laeta quidem bona sola fateris et nostris frueris imperiosa malis; sed cum pulchra minax succidet membra securis, quam velles spinas tunc habuisse meas!.
The bramble rejoins: True, now you rejoice and all you profess is fair, and in your domineering way you take pleasure in my defects. But in that day when the threatening axe shall hew your fine limbs, how you would then wish that you had possessed my thorns!
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