Whitefoote <^y -^ *^> o -Q> 

 (From Poemes Lyrick and Pas/oral!) 

 (From the Seventh Eglog) 



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IKE to the cur with anger welnear wood, 

 J — ' Who makes his kennell in the oxes stall, 

 And snaiieth when he seeth him take his food : 

 And yet his chaps can chew no hay at all. 



(From the Tenth Eglog) 



He call'd his dog (that sometime had the praise), 

 Whitefoote, well known to all that kept the plaine 

 That many a wolf had werried in his days, 

 A better cur, there never followed swain : 

 Which, though as he his master's sorrows knew, 

 Wag'd his cut tayle, his wretched plight to rue. 



Poor cur, quoth he, and him therewith did stroke, 

 Go to our coat, and there thyselfe repose, 

 Thou with thine age, my hart with sorrow broke, 

 Be gone ere death my restles eyes do close, 

 The time is come, thou must thy master leave, 

 Who the vile world shall never more deceive. 



Michael Drayton. 



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