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AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A
GOOD people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
In Islington there was a man
A kind and gentle heart he had,
And in that town a dog was found,
many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
1 See Vicar of Wakefield, c. xvii.
In the Citizen of the World, vol. ii. lett. lxvi. is a paper on the Epidemic Terror, the dread of mad dogs, which now prevails: the whole nation is now actually groaning under the malignity of its influence.'
This dog and man at first were friends;
But when a pique began,
The dog, to gain his private ends,
Around from all the neighbouring streets
The wondering people ran,
And swore the dog had lost his wits,
The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To every Christian eye;
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;
The dog it was that died.
AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE.1
GOOD people all, with one accord,
The needy seldom pass'd her door,
She strove the neighbourhood to please,
At church, in silks and satins new,
Her love was sought, I do aver,
1 See The Bee, No. iv.
But now, her wealth and finery fled,
The doctors found, when she was dead-
Let us lament in sorrow sore;
For Kent-street well may say,
That had she liv'd a twelvemonth more
2 This poem [as well as the Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog] is an imitation of the chanson called 'Le fameux la Galisse, homme imaginaire,' in fifty stanzas, printed in the Ménagiana, iv. 191:
'Messieurs, vous plait-il d'ouir
L'air du fameux la Galisse,
Il pourra vous réjouir,
Pourvû qu'il vous divertisse
THE CLOWN'S REPLY.
JOHN TROTT was desir'd by two witty peers To tell them the reason why asses had ears. 'An't please you,' quoth John, 'I'm not given to letters,
Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters: Howe'er, from this time I shall ne'er see your
As I hope to be sav'd!—without thinking on