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And in at the windows and in at the door,
They have whetted their teeth against the stones,
They gnawed the flesh from every limb
R. S. Y.
To a PIG, while his Nose was being bored.
Hark! hark! that Pig-that Pig! the hideous note, More loud, more dissonant, each moment growsWould one not think the knife was in his throat? And yet they are only boring thro' his nose.
You foolish beast, so rudely to withstand
Pig! 'tis your master's pleasure-then be still,
To man o'er every beast the
power was given, Pig, hear the truth, and never murmur more! Would you rebel against the will of Heaven?
You impious beast, be still, and let them bore!
The social Pig resigns his natural rights
For grains and wash, which man alone can give.
Sure is provision on the social plan,
Secure the comforts that to each belong : Oh, happy Swine! the impartial sway of man Alike protects the weak Pig and the strong.
And you resist! you struggle now because
Go to the forest, Piggy, and deplore
See how the young Pigs fly from the great Boar,
Behold their hourly danger, when who will May hunt or snare or seize them for his food! Oh, happy Pig! whom none presumes to kill
Till your protecting master thinks it good!
And when, at last, the closing hour of life
Arrives (for Pigs must die as well as Man),
When in your throat you feel the long sharp knife,
And, when at last, the death wound yawning wide,
Is there no grateful joy, no loyal pride,
To think that for your master's good you die?
O would the Baptist come again
Occasioned by the Former.
I hold of all our viperous Race
To come on earth should John determine,
Without a word the good old Dervis
At once from Tyranny and Riot
Save Laws, Lives, Liberties, and Moneys,
If sticking to his ancient Diet
He'd but eat up our Locusts and wild Honeys!