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Much controversy straight arose,
These choose the back, the belly those ;
By some 'tis confidently said
He meant not to forbid the head;
While others at that doctrine rail,
And piously prefer the tail.
Thus, conscience freed from ev'ry clog,
Mahometans eat up the hog.

You laugh-'tis well—The tale applied
May make you laugh on tother side.
Renounce the world the preacher cries.
We doma multitude replies.
While one as innocent regards
A snug and friendly game at cards;
And one, whatever you may say,
Can see no evil in a play;
Some love a concert, or a race;
And others shooting, and the chase.
Revil'd and lov'd, renounc'd and follow'd,
Thus, bit by bit, the world is swallow'd ;
Each thinks his neighbour makes too free,
Yet likes a slice as well as he :
With sophistry their sauce they sweeten,
Till quite from tail to snout 'tis eaten.

ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (now LADY)

THROCKMORTON'S BULFINCH.

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Where Rhenus strays his vines among,
The egg was laid from which he sprung;

And, though by nature mute,
Or only with a whistle blest,
Well-taught he all the sounds express'd

Of flagelet or flute.

The honours of his ebon poll
Were brighter than the sleekest mole,

His boson of the bue,
With which Aurora decks the skies,
When piping winds shall suon arise,

To sweep away the dew.

LADY THROCKMORTON'S BULFINCH.

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Above, below, in all the house,
Dire foe alike of bird and mouse,

No cat had leave to dwe!);
And Bully's cage supported stood
On props of smoothest-shaven'wood,

Large-built and lattic'd well.

Well-lattic'd—but the grate, alas!
Not rough with wire of steel or brass,

For Bully's plumage sake,
But smooth with wands from Ouse's side,
With which, when neatly peel'd and dried,

The swains their baskets make.

Night veil'd the pole: all seem'd secure :
When led by instinct sharp and sure,

Subsistence to provide,
A beast forth sallied on the scout,
Long-back’d, long-tail'd, with whisker'd snout,

And badger-colour'd hide.

He, ent'ring at the study-door,
It's ample area 'gan explore ;

And something in the wind
Conjectur'd, sniffing round and round,
Better than all the books he found,

Food chiefly for the mind.

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Just then, by adverse fate inspress’d,
A dream disturb'd poor Bully's rest;

In sleep he seem'd to view
A rat fast clinging to the cage,
And, screaming at the sad presage,

Awoke and found it true.

For, aided both by ear and scent,
Right to his mark the monster went

Ah, muse! forbear to speak
Minute the horrors that ensu'd;
His teeth were strong, the cage was wood

He left poor Bully's beak.

O had he made that too his prey;
That beak, whence issu'd many a lay

Of such mellifluous tone,
Might have repaid him well, I wote,
For silencing so sweet a throat,

Fast stuck within his own.

Maria weeps the Muses mourn
So when, by Bacchanalians torn,

On Thracian Hebrus' side
The tree-enchanter Orpheus fell,
His head alone remain’d to tell

The cruel death he died.

THE ROSE.

The rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a show'r,

Which Mary to Anna convey'd,
The plentiful moisture encumber'd the flow'r,

And weigh'd down it's beautiful head.

The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet,

And it seem'd to a fanciful view,
To weep for the buds it had left with regret,

On the flourishing bush where it grew,

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And such, I exclaim'd, is the pitiless part

Some act by the delicate mind,
Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart

Already to sorrow resign'd.

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