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Anne Kingsmill Finch - The Hog, The Sheep, And Goat, Carrying To A Fair
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Who does not wish, ever to judge aright, 
    And, in the Course of Life`s Affairs, 
  To have a quick, and far extended Sight, 
    Tho` it too often multiplies his Cares? 
And who has greater Sense, but greater Sorrow shares? 

  This felt the Swine, now carrying to the Knife; 
    And whilst the Lamb and silent Goat 
  In the same fatal Cart lay void of Strife, 
    He widely stretches his foreboding Throat, 
Deaf`ning the easy Crew with his outragious Note. 

  The angry Driver chides th`unruly Beast, 
    And bids him all this Noise forbear; 
  Nor be more loud, nor clamorous than the rest, 
    Who with him travel`d to the neighb`ring Fair. 
And quickly shou`d arrive, and be unfetter`d there. 

  This, quoth the Swine, I do believe, is true, 
    And see we`re very near the Town; 
  Whilst these poor Fools of short, and bounded View, 
    Think `twill be well, when you have set them down, 
And eas`d One of her Milk, the Other of her Gown. 

  But all the dreadful Butchers in a Row, 
    To my far-searching Thoughts appear, 
  Who know indeed, we to the Shambles go, 
    Whilst I, whom none but Belzebub wou`d shear, 
Nor but his Dam wou`d milk, must for my Carcase fear. 

  But tell me then, will it prevent thy Fate? 
    The rude unpitying Farmer cries; 
  If not, the Wretch who tastes his Suff`rings late, 
    Not He, who thro` th`unhappy Future prys, 
Must of the Two be held most Fortunate and Wise.
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