THE lad, of all-sufficient merit, With modesty ne'er damps his spirit, Presuming on his own deserts, On all alike his tongue exerts; His noisy jokes at random throws, And pertly spatters friends and foes; In wit and war the bully race Contribute to their own disgrace: Too late the forward youth shall find That jokes are sometimes paid in kind, Or if they canker in the breast, He makes a foe who makes a jest. A village-cur, of snappish race, The pertest puppy of the place, Imagin'd that his treble throat Was blest with musick's sweetest note; In the mid road he basking lay, The yelping nusance of the way; For not a creature past along But had a sample of his song. Soon as the trotting steed he hears, He starts, he cocks his dapper ears, Away he scowers, assaults his hoof, Now near him snarles, now barks aloof; With shrill impertinence attends, Nor leaves him 'till the village ends. It chanc'd, upon his evil day, A Pad came pacing down the way; The Cur, with never-ceasing tongue, Upon the passing trav'ler sprung, The horse, from scorn provok'd to ire, Flung backward; rolling in the mire, The puppy howl'd, and bleeding lay; The Pad in peace pursu'd his way. A shepherd's Dog, who saw the deed, Detesting the vexatious breed, Bespoke him thus. When coxcombs prate, They kindle wrath, contempt, or hate. Thy teazing tongue had judgment ty'd, Thou hadst not, like a puppy, dy'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LENTEN GREETING; TO A LADY by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE CASE OF EDGAR ABBOTT AND PHILIP RIDD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IF I ONLY WAS THE FELLOW by WILL S. ADKIN TANGLED TRAILS by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD THE LAY OF MR. COLT by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |