Pride of thy race! with worth far less than thine,
Full many human leaders daily shine!
Less faith, less constaney, less gen'rous zeal! ...
Then no disgrace mine humble verse shall feel,
Where not one lying line to rihes bows,
Or poison'd sentiment from rancour flows;
Nor flowers are strewn around Ambition's car: ...
An honest dog's a nobler theme by far.
Each sportsman heard the tidings with a sigh,
When Death's cold touch had stopt his tuneful cry;
And though high deeds, and fair exalted praise,
In memory liv'd, and flow'd in rustic lays,
Short was the strain of monumental woe:
