The Squabble (First Edition) - 5
I’d rather laugh’d had my stout Dogs been there,
They soon had eas’d thee of thy Sable Care.
As t'other day my Mastiffs swift and bold,
Pursu’d some shaggy Wolves unto thy Fold,
And soon fell on them with a furious speed,
And in their hearts-blood did most jovial feed.
CORIN.
But had I caught thy Dogs, by my decree
They should have swung as high as yonder tree.
Think not, mad Thyrsis, I’ve forgot this wrong,
Thee and thy Dogs I’ll make to smart ’ere long.
This Gang were harmless browzing o’er the Lea,
Nor e’er annoy’d thy scabby Company;
When all the Troop in one unlucky hour
Thy grim-mouth’d cruel Mastiffs did devour.
THYRSIS.
Had t’other Herd of the same kind been there,
My Dogs had strew’d their members thro’ the air;
Remov’d each anxious Image from thy mind,
Devour’d thy Wolves, not left e’en one behind.
‘Twould be far better for each neighb’ring Swain
Had those been all thy Wolves my Dogs have slain.
Poor Innocents! from whom I oft have caught
Part of my helpless Lambs from out their throat;
