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On the great Eater of Grays-Inn.

Oh! for a lasting wind! that I may rail
At this vile Cormorant, this Harpey-male:
That can, with such an hungry hast, devour
A years Provision in one short liv'd hour.
Prodigious Calf of Pharoah's lean-rib'd Kine,
That swallowest Beef, at every bit a Chine!
Yet art thy self so meagre, Men may see
Approaching Famine in thy Phys'nomy.
The World may yet rejoice, thou wer't not one
That shar'd Joves mercy with Deucalion;
Had he thy grinders trusted in that boat,
Where the whole Worlds Epitomy did float,
Clean, and Unclean had dy'd, th' Earth found a want
Of her irrational Inhabitant:
'Tis doubted, there their sury had not cea'st,
But of the humane part too made a Feast;
How Fruitless then had been Heaven's charity?
No Man on earth had liv'd, nor Beast, but thee.
Had'st thou been one to feed vpon the fare
Stor'd by old Priam for the Grecian War;
He, and his Sons had soon been made a prey,
Troys ten years Siege had lasted but one day;
Or thou might'st have preserv'd them, and at once
Chop't up Achilles, and his Mirmydons.
'Twas th' Inns of Courts improvidence to own
Thy Wolvish Carcase for a Son 'oth' Gown:
The danger of thy jaws, they ne're foresaw;
For, Faith! I think thou hast devour'd the Law.
No wonder th' art complain'd of by the Rout,
When very Curs begin to smell thee out.
The reasons Southwark rings with howlings, are,
Because thou rob'st the Bull-Dogs of their share.