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A MORAL REFLECTION.

Fools would have stopp'd when Parson Young was kill'd,
And giv'n up ev'ry thought of hound and deer,
And with a weakness, call'd compassion, fill'd,
Had turn'd Samaritan, and dropp'd a tear.

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But better far the royal sportsman knew—
He guess'd the consequence, beyond a doubt—
Full well he guess'd he should not have a view,
And that he should be shamefully thrown out.
P'rhaps from the royal eye a tear might hop;
Yet pages swear they never saw it drop.
But majesty may say—‘What, what, what's death?
Nought, nought, nought but a little loss of breath.’
To Parson Young 'twas more, I'm very clear—
He lost by death some hundred pounds a year.