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• To A Friend
  I ask but one thing of you, only one,
  That always you will be my dream of you;
  That never shall I wake to find untrue
  All this I have believed and rested on,
  Forever vanished, like a vision gone
  Out into the night. Alas, how few
  There are who strike in us a chord we knew
  Existed, but so seldom heard its tone
  We tremble at the half-forgotten sound.
  The world is full of rude awakenings
  And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground,
  Yet still our human longing vainly clings
  To a belief in beauty through all wrongs.
  O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!
  In Friendship - 108 days ago
• The Eagle, The Sow, And The Cat
  

  THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock,
  Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak,
  Whose Middle-part was by a Cat possest,
  And near the Root with Litter warmly drest,
  A teeming Sow had made her peaceful Nest.
  (Thus Palaces are cramm'd from Roof to Ground,
  And Animals, as various, in them found.)
  When to the Sow, who no Misfortune fear'd,
  Puss with her fawning Compliments appear'd,
  Rejoicing much at her Deliv'ry past,
  And that she 'scap'd so well, who bred so fast.
  Then every little Piglin she commends,
  And likens them to all their swinish Friends;
  Bestows good Wishes, but with Sighs implies,
  That some dark Fears do in her Bosom rise.
  Such Tempting Flesh, she cries, will Eagles spare?
  Methinks, good Neighbour, you should live in Care:
  Since I, who bring not forth such dainty Bits,
  Tremble for my unpalatable Chits;
  And had I but foreseen, the Eagle's Bed
  Was in this fatal Tree to have been spread;
  I sooner wou'd have kitten'd in the Road,
  Than made this Place of Danger my abode.
  I heard her young Ones lately cry for Pig,
  And pity'd you, that were so near, and big.
  In Friendship this I secretly reveal,
  Lest Pettitoes shou'd make th' ensuing Meal;
  Or else, perhaps, Yourself may be their aim,
  For a Sow's Paps has been a Dish of Fame.
  No more the sad, affrighted Mother hears,
  But overturning all with boist'rous Fears,
  She from her helpless Young in haste departs,
  Whilst Puss ascends, to practice farther Arts.
  The Anti-chamber pass'd, she scratch'd the Door;
  The Eagle, ne'er alarum'd so before,
  Bids her come in, and look the Cause be great,
  That makes her thus disturb the Royal Seat;
  Nor think, of Mice and Rats some pest'ring Tale
  Shall, in excuse of Insolence, prevail.
  Alas! my Gracious Lady, quoth the Cat,
  I think not of such Vermin; Mouse, or Rat
  To me are tasteless grown; nor dare I stir
  To use my Phangs, or to expose my Fur.
  A Foe intestine threatens all around,
  And ev'n this lofty Structure will confound;
  A Pestilential Sow, a meazel'd Pork
  On the Foundation has been long at work,
  Help'd by a Rabble, issu'd from her Womb,
  Which she has foster'd in that lower Room;
  Who now for Acorns are so madly bent,
  That soon this Tree must fall, for their Content.
  I wou'd have fetch'd some for th' unruly Elves;
  But 'tis the Mob's delight to help Themselves:
  Whilst your high Brood must with the meanest drop,
  And steeper be their Fall, as next the Top;
  Unless you soon to Jupiter repair,
  And let him know, the Case demands his Care.

  Oh! May the Trunk but stand, 'till you come back!
  But hark! already sure, I hear it crack.
  Away, away---The Eagle, all agast,
  Soars to the Sky, nor falters in her haste:
  Whilst crafty Puss, now o'er the Eyry reigns,
  Replenishing her Maw with treach'rous Gains.
  The Sow she plunders next, and lives alone;
  The Pigs, the Eaglets, and the House her own.

  Curs'd Sycophants! How wretched is the Fate
  Of those, who know you not, till 'tis too late!

  
  In Friendship - 108 days ago