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Pills to Purge Melancholy. 67
His Tail his Ensign
he did make,
Which he would oft display
and shakey
Fast in his Poop \\
uprear'd :
His Powder hot, but
somewhat dank>
His Shot in (scent) most
dangerous rank, .
Which sometimes made him
feared.
Thus hath he long serv'd
near and far,
Well known to be a
Dog of War,>
Though he ne'er shot with
Musket :
Yet Cannons roar or
Culverings,
That whizzing through
the welkin sings,
He slighted as a
• Pus-Gat.
For Guns, nor Drums,
nor Trumpets clang,'
Nor hunger, cold, nor
many a pang,
Could make him leave his
Master :
In Joy, and in
Adversity,
In Plenty, and in
Poverty,
He often was a
Taster.
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