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Walter Raleigh - To a Lady with an Unruly and Ill-mannered
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Your dog is not a dog of grace; 
     He does not wag the tail or beg;
     He bit Miss Dickson in the face;
     He bit a Bailie in the leg.

     What tragic choices such a dog
     Presents to visitor or friend!
     Outside there is the Glasgow fog;
     Within, a hydrophobic end.

     Yet some relief even terror brings,
   For when our life is cold and gray
   We waste our strength on little things,
   And fret our puny souls away.

   A snarl! A scruffle round the room!
   A sense that Death is drawing near!
   And human creatures reassume
   The elemental robe of fear.

   So when my colleague makes his moan
   Of careless cooks, and warts, and debt,
   — Enlarge his views, restore his tone,
   And introduce him to your Pet!

Quod Raleigh.
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