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! |
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