An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog by Oliver Goldsmith
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[Illustration] And in that town a dog was found: As many dogs there be-- Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] This dog and man at first were friends; But, when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad, and bit the man. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] Around from all the neighbouring streets The wondering neighbours ran; And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite so good a man. |
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