<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472281" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good people all, of every sort,<br>Give ear unto my song;<br>And if you find it wondrous short,<br>It cannot hold you long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Islington there was a man<br>Of whom the world might say,<br>That still a godly race he ran&mdash; <br>Whene'er he went to pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A kind and gentle heart he had,<br>To comfort friends and foes;<br>The naked every day he clad&mdash; <br>When he put on his clothes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in that town a dog was found,<br>As many dogs there be,<br>Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,<br>And curs of low degree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This dog and man at first were friends;<br>But when a pique began,<br>The dog, to gain some private ends,<br>Went mad, and bit the man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Around from all the neighbouring streets<br>The wond'ring neighbours ran,<br>And swore the dog had lost its wits<br>To bite so good a man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wound it seemed both sore and sad<br>To every Christian eye;<br>And while they swore the dog was mad,<br>They swore the man would die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But soon a wonder came to light<br>That showed the rogues they lied,&mdash; <br>The man recovered of the bite,<br>The dog it was that died!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Goldsmith">Oliver Goldsmith</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472281" data-title="An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog de Oliver Goldsmith" data-description="Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran&mdash; Whene'er he went to pray. A kind ..."></div> </div> </div>

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