Poem by Thomas Blacklock

An Epitaph, on a Favourite Lap-Dog

I never bark’d when out of season; 
I never bit without a reason; 
I ne’er insulted weaker brother; 
Nor wrong’d by force nor fraud another. 
Though brutes are plac’d a rank below, 
Happy for man, could he say so!

1. Song. Inscribed to a Friend. In imitation of Shenstone
2. An Hymn to Divine Love. In Imitation of Spenser
3. A Pastoral Song
4. A Letter from Thomas Blacklock to the Author, Respecting Burns
5. On Punch

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