yelping in a small harsh tone, as is the way with 

 these maltese curs, and licking the bushy chin of 

 the grave philosopher. The fop who sat next him 

 said afterwards at table, Against Thesmopolis I 

 have nothing to object, except that he has recently 

 from a stoic become a cynic ; it has been told me 

 for certain that the little bitch was brought to bed 

 in his mantle. 



Such are the cruel insults that are put upon the 

 learned who live with the great. 



Lucian, translated by W. Tooke. 



To His Love : That Controlde his Dogge for 

 Fawning on Hir *^>- *o <^> ^2>- 



T N deede (my Deare) you wrong my Dog in this 

 *■ And shew your selfe to be of crabbed kinde, 

 That will not let my fawning whelp to kisse 

 You first, that fain would shew hys Maisters 



minde : 

 A Mastife were more fit for such a one, 

 That can not let hir Lovers dog alone. 



He in his kinde for mee did seeme to sue, 

 That earst did stande so highly in your grace, 

 His Maisters minde the wittie Spanell knewe, 

 And thought his woonted Mistresse was in place : 



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