AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG.' GOOD people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song, In Islington there was a man, A kind and gentle heart he had, When he put on his clothes. This, and the following poem, appeared in « The Vicar of Wakefield,» which was published in the year 1765. And in that town a dog was found, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, This dog and man at first were friends; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Around from all the neighb'ring streets The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To every And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, The man recover'd of the bite, STANZAS ON WOMAN. WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, |