An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog | Page 2

And curs of low degree.
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This dog and man at first were friends;
But, when a pique began,
The dog, to gain some private ends,
Went mad, and bit the man.

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Around from all the neighbouring streets
The wondering neighbours ran;
And swore the dog had lost his wits,
To bite so good a man.

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The wound it seem'd both sore and sad
To every christian eye;
And while they swore the dog was mad,
They swore the man would die

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But soon a wonder came to light,
That show'd the rogues they lied--
The man recover'd of the bite;