XI. Should you a Rat to madness teize, That Rage and Fear are one disease- XII. And so this Ox in frantic mood The mob turn'd tail, and he pursued, But had his belly full. XIII. Old Nick's astride the beast, 'tis clear Old Nicholas to a tittle! But all agree, he'd disappear, Would but the parson venture near, And thro' his teeth * right o'er the steer, * According to the superstition of the West Countries, XIV. Achilles was a warrior fleet, The Trojans he could worryOur parson too was swift of feet, But shew'd it chiefly in retreat! The victor Ox scour'd down the street, The mob fled hurry-skurry. XV. Thro' gardens, lanes, and fields new-plough'd, To see this helter skelter crowd, That had more wrath than courage. if you meet the Devil, you may either cut him in half with a straw, or you may cause him instantly to disap pear by spitting over his horns. XVI. Alas! to mend the breaches wide XVII. But here once more to view did pop And now he cried-" Stop, neighbours! stop! "The Ox is mad! I would not swop, "No, not a school-boy's farthing top, "For all the parish fences. XVIII. "The Ox is mad! Ho! Dick, Bob, Mat! E XIX. "A lying dog! just now he said, "Hush! (quoth the sage) you've been misled, XX. As thus I sat in careless chat, With the morning's wet newspaper, In eager haste, without his hat, Our pursy Woollen-draper. XXI. And so my Muse perforce drew bit, And in he rush'd and panted 66 you heard?""No! not a whit." "What, ha'nt you heard?"—" Come out with it—” "That Tierney votes for Mister Pitt, "And Sheridan's recanted.” LINES to SARAH. Now Spring's ambrosial fingers pour For as I stray, to Fancy's eye The lucid dew-drop twinkling nigh, The vale-nurst lilly's bell so white, |