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ODE TO MY CAT.

Pussy, mock-innocent, for thou art white,
And look'st of innocence the very type;
But, dearest Pussy, thou'rt a hypocrite,
For many a mouse expires within thy gripe;
Yet dost thou look demure their blood while spilling,
Like devotees when reputations killing.
Pussy, thou seemest like a happy wight,
For thou, for muse who carest not a souse,
Having no brains to think, nor tact to write,
Carest far less for madrigal than mouse.
Critics ne'er thee maul, Puss, as me they do:
A mouse am I to them, to me they're you.
Pussy, thine eyes like Tasso's cat's don't shine;
Half clos'd, small speculation do they show;
Would of crabb'd Care so reckless close could mine!
But Care and I forgather'd long ago:
Care that doth teach man Virtue's trinity,
Self-knowledge, Patience, and Humility.