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TO THE Right Honourable ---
Who said, I was rude to Him.
Just as a Dog, with fond Caresses,His eager Fawnings, frequent Kisses,
Bedirteth most the Man he loves;
It, every Day, in Friendship proves:
For I no more can pass a Day
Without your Company, than Tray
His Gambols can forbear to play.
Now, when, by such a Simile,
I state the Case 'twixt you and me,
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Since you're the Man, and I the Dog.
Still act the Man, in your Behaviour;
And on me, lavish out your Favour!
Tho' I, poor Dog! perhaps uncivil!
Decorum spoil, and play the Devil.
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