616 ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG.

‘A kind and gentle heart he had, to comfort friends and foes,
‘The naked every day he clad, when he put on his clothes.

But 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,
The dog, to gain his private ends, went mad and bit the man. [ran,
Around from all the neighbouring streets, the wondering neighbours
‘And swore the dog had 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.