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III.
How fleet is Air! How many Things have Breath
Which in a Moment, they resign to Death;
Depriv'd of Light, and all their happiest State,
Not by their Fault, but some o'er-ruling Fate!
Altho' fair Flowers, that justly might invite,
Are Crop't, nay torn away for Man's Delight;
Yet still those Flowers, Alas! can make no Moan,
Nor has Narcissus now a Power to Groan.
But all those things which breath in different Frame,
By tye of common Breaths, Man's Pity claim.
A Gentle Lamb has Rhetorick to plead,
And when she sees the Butcher's Knife decree'd
Her Voice intreats him not to make her Bleed;
But Cruel Gains and Luxury of Taste,
With Pride, still lays Man's Fellow-Mortals waste:
What Earth and Waters breed, or Air inspires,
Man for his Palate fits by Torturing Fires.
Which in a Moment, they resign to Death;
Depriv'd of Light, and all their happiest State,
Not by their Fault, but some o'er-ruling Fate!
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Are Crop't, nay torn away for Man's Delight;
Yet still those Flowers, Alas! can make no Moan,
Nor has Narcissus now a Power to Groan.
But all those things which breath in different Frame,
By tye of common Breaths, Man's Pity claim.
A Gentle Lamb has Rhetorick to plead,
And when she sees the Butcher's Knife decree'd
Her Voice intreats him not to make her Bleed;
But Cruel Gains and Luxury of Taste,
With Pride, still lays Man's Fellow-Mortals waste:
What Earth and Waters breed, or Air inspires,
Man for his Palate fits by Torturing Fires.
MULLY a Cow sprung from a Beauteous Race
With spreading Front, did Mountowns Pastures grace.
Gentle she was, and with a gentle Stream,
Each Morn and Night gave Milk that equal'd Cream.
Offending None, of None she stood in Dread,
Much less of Persons which she daily Fed:
But Innocence cannot it self Defend
'Gainst treacherous Arts, veil'd with the Name of Friend.
With spreading Front, did Mountowns Pastures grace.
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Each Morn and Night gave Milk that equal'd Cream.
Offending None, of None she stood in Dread,
Much less of Persons which she daily Fed:
But Innocence cannot it self Defend
'Gainst treacherous Arts, veil'd with the Name of Friend.
ROBIN of Darby-shire, whose Temper shocks
The Constitution of his Native Rocks,
Born in a Place, which if it once be nam'd
Wou'd make a blushing Modesty asham'd:
He with Indulgence kindly did appear
To make poor Mully his peculiar Care,
But inwardly this sullen Churlish Thief
Had all his Mind plac'd upon Mully's Beef;
His Fancy fed on her, and thus hee'd Cry
Mully as sure as I'm Alive you Dye;
'Tis a brave Cow, O Sirs when Christmas comes,
These Shins shall make the Porridge grac'd with Plumbs,
Then midst our Cups, whilst we profusely Dine
This Blade shall enter deep in Mully's Chine,
What Ribs, what Rumps, what Bak'd, Boil'd, Stew'd and Roast?
There shan't one single Tripe of her be lost.
The Constitution of his Native Rocks,
Born in a Place, which if it once be nam'd
Wou'd make a blushing Modesty asham'd:
He with Indulgence kindly did appear
To make poor Mully his peculiar Care,
But inwardly this sullen Churlish Thief
Had all his Mind plac'd upon Mully's Beef;
His Fancy fed on her, and thus hee'd Cry
Mully as sure as I'm Alive you Dye;
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These Shins shall make the Porridge grac'd with Plumbs,
Then midst our Cups, whilst we profusely Dine
This Blade shall enter deep in Mully's Chine,
What Ribs, what Rumps, what Bak'd, Boil'd, Stew'd and Roast?
There shan't one single Tripe of her be lost.
When Peggy, Nymph of Mountown, heard these sounds,
She Griev'd to hear of Mully's future Wounds,
What Crime, says she, has gentle Mully done?
Witness the Rising and the Setting Sun,
That knows what Milk she constantly would give,
Let that Quench Robin's Rage, and Mully Live
She Griev'd to hear of Mully's future Wounds,
What Crime, says she, has gentle Mully done?
Witness the Rising and the Setting Sun,
That knows what Milk she constantly would give,
Let that Quench Robin's Rage, and Mully Live
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Daniel a sprightly Swain that used to slash
The Vigorous Steeds that drew his Lord's Calash
To Peggy's Side inclin'd, for 'twas well known
How well he lov'd those Cattel of his own.
The Vigorous Steeds that drew his Lord's Calash
To Peggy's Side inclin'd, for 'twas well known
How well he lov'd those Cattel of his own.
Then Terence spoke, Oraculous and sly,
He'd neither grant the Question or deny;
Pleading for Milk, his Thoughts were on Mince-Pye;
But all his Arguments so dubious were
That Mully thence had neither Hopes nor Fear.
He'd neither grant the Question or deny;
Pleading for Milk, his Thoughts were on Mince-Pye;
But all his Arguments so dubious were
That Mully thence had neither Hopes nor Fear.
You've spoke, says Robin, but now let me tell ye
'Tis not fair spoken Words that fill the Belly:
Pudding and Beef I Love and cannot stoop
To recommend your Bonny Clapper Soop;
You say she's Innocent, but what of that,
'Tis more than Crime sufficient that she's Fat,
And that which is prevailing in this Case
Is, there's another Cow to fill her place.
And granting Mully to have Milk in store
Yet still this other Cow will give us more
She Dies—stop here my Muse, forbear the rest,
And veil that Grief which cannot be exprest.
'Tis not fair spoken Words that fill the Belly:
Pudding and Beef I Love and cannot stoop
To recommend your Bonny Clapper Soop;
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'Tis more than Crime sufficient that she's Fat,
And that which is prevailing in this Case
Is, there's another Cow to fill her place.
And granting Mully to have Milk in store
Yet still this other Cow will give us more
She Dies—stop here my Muse, forbear the rest,
And veil that Grief which cannot be exprest.
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