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This difference only, as the god
And here my simile almost tript,
WHERE the Red Lion, staring o'er the way,
board; A night-cap deck'd his brows jpstead of bay, A cap by night-a stocking all the day!
John TROTT was desired by two witty peers, To tell them the reason why asses had ears? " An't please you,” quoth John, “I'm not given to
letters, Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters; Howe'er, from this time, I shall ne'er see your
graces, As I hope to be saved! without thinking on asses."
THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG.
Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
It cannot hold you long.
Io Islington there was a man,
Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray.
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad,
When he put on his clothes.
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
And curs of low degree.
This dog and man at first were friends ;
But when a pique began,
Went mad, and bit the man.
The wondering neighbours ran, And swore the dog bad lost his wits,
To bite so good a man.
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.
But soon a wonder came to light,
That show'd the rogues they lied; The man recover'd of the bite,
The dog it was that died.