LIKE a dog with a bottle, fast ty'd to his tail, Like vermin in a trap, or a thief in a jail, Like a Tory in a bog, Or an ape with a clog: Such is the man, who when he might go free, Does his liberty lose For a Matrimony noose, And sells himself into captivity. The dog he does howl, when his bottle does jog, The vermin, the thief, and the Tory in vain Of the trap, of the jail, of the quagmire complain. But well fare poor Pug! for he plays with his clog; And though he would be rid on't rather than his life, Yet he lugs it, and he hugs it, as a man does his wife. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISGUISES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ENGLISH BARDS AND SCOTCH REVIEWERS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON JOURNAL IN CEPHALONIA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CANOE SONG by E. FRERE CHAMPNEY THE HEAVIEST CROSS OF ALL by KATHERINE ELEANOR CONWAY THE PORTRAIT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |