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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345337" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Young Rat And His Dam, The Cock And The Cat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No Cautions of a Matron, Old and Sage, <br>Young Rattlehead to Prudence cou'd engage; <br>But forth the Offspring of her Bed wou'd go, <br>Nor reason gave, but that he wou'd do so. <br>Much Counsel was, at parting, thrown away, <br>Ev'n all, that Mother-Rat to Son cou'd say; <br>Who follow'd him with utmost reach of Sight, <br>Then, lost in Tears, and in abandon'd Plight, <br>Turn'd to her mournful Cell, and bid the World Good-Night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Fortune, kinder than her boding Thought, <br>In little time the Vagrant homewards brought, <br>Rais'd in his Mind, and mended in his Dress, <br>Who the Bel-air did every way confess, <br>Had learnt to flow'r his Wigg, nor brusht away <br>The falling Meal, that on his Shoulders lay; <br>And from a Nutshell, wimbl'd by a Worm, <br>Took Snuff, and cou'd the Government reform.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Mother, weeping from Maternal Love, <br>To see him thus prodigiously improve, <br>Expected mighty Changes too, within, <br>And Wisdom to avoid the Cat, and Gin. <br>Whom did you chiefly note, Sweetheart, quoth she, <br>Of all the Strangers you abroad did see? <br>Who grac'd you most, or did your Fancy take? <br>The younger Rat than curs'd a noisy Rake, <br>That barr'd the best Acquaintance he cou'd make; <br>And fear'd him so, he trembl'd ev'ry Part; <br>Nor to describe him, scarce cou'd have the Heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">High on his Feet (quoth he) himself he bore, <br>And terribly, in his own Language, swore; <br>A feather'd Arm came out from either Side, <br>Which loud he clapp'd, and Combatants defy'd, <br>And to each Leg a Bayonette was ty'd: <br>And certainly his Head with Wounds was sore; <br>For That, and both his Cheeks a Sanguine Colour wore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Near Him there lay the Creature I admir'd, <br>And for a Friend by Sympathy desir'd: <br>His Make, like Ours, as far as Tail and Feet, <br>With Coat of Furr in parallel do meet; <br>Yet seeming of a more exalted Race, <br>Tho' humble Meekness beautify'd his Face: <br>A purring Sound compos'd his gentle Mind, <br>Whilst frequent Slumbers did his Eye-lids bind; <br>Whose soft, contracted Paw lay calmly still, <br>As if unus'd to prejudice, or kill. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I paus'd a while, to meditate a Speech, <br>And now was stepping just within his reach; <br>When that rude Clown began his hect'ring Cry, <br>And made me for my Life, and from th' Attempt to fly. <br>Indeed 'twas Time, the shiv'ring Beldam said, <br>To scour the Plain, and be of Life afraid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou base, degen'rate Seed of injur'd Rats, <br>Thou veriest Fool (she cry'd) of all my Brats; <br>Would'st thou have shaken Hands with hostile Cats, <br>And dost not yet thine Own, and Country's Foe, <br>At this expence of Time, and Travel know? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! that swearing, staring, bullying Thing, <br>That tore his Throat, and blustered with his Wing, <br>Was but some paltry, Dunghill, Craven Cock, <br>Who serves the early Household for a Clock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And We his Oats, and Barley often steal, <br>Nor fear, he shou'd revenge the pilfer'd Meal: <br>Whilst that demure, and seeming harmless Puss <br>Herself, and mewing Chits regales with Us. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If then, of useful Sense thou'st gain'd no more, <br>Than ere thou'dst past the Threshold of my Door; <br>Be here, my Son, content to Dress and Dine, <br>Steeping the List of Beauties in thy Wine, <br>And neighb'ring Vermin with false Gloss outshine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Amongst Mankind a Thousand Fops we see, <br>Who in their Rambles learn no more than Thee; <br>Cross o'er the Alpes, and make the Tour of France, <br>To learn a paltry Song, or antick Dance; <br>Bringing their Noddles, and Valizes pack'd <br>With Mysteries, from Shops and Taylors wreck'd: <br>But what may prejudice their Native Land; <br>Whose Troops are raising, or whose Fleet is mann'd, <br>Ne'er moves their Thoughts, nor do they understand. <br>Thou, my dear Rattlehead, and such as These <br>Might keep at home, and brood on Sloth and Ease: <br>Whilst Others, more adapted to the Age, <br>May vig'rously in Warlike Feats engage, <br>And live on foreign Spoils, or dying thin the Stage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a><div class=q>
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Young Rattlehead to Prudence cou'd engage; 
But forth the Offspring of her Bed wou'd go, 
Nor reason gave, but that he wou'd do so. 
Much Counsel was, at parting, thrown away, 
Ev'n all, that Mother-Rat to S..."></div>
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