And in at the windows and in at the door, They have whetted their teeth against the stones, And now they pick the Bishop's bones, They gnawed the flesh from every limb For they were sent to do judgment on him! R. S. Y. ODE To a PIG, while his Nose was being bored. Hark! hark! that Pig-that Pig! the hideous note, More loud, more dissonant, each moment grows― Would 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, do! To man o'er every beast the power was given, 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 And the blood trickles to the pudding pan; 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? THEODERIT. EPIGRAMS. I. O would the Baptist come again II. 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! |