An Epitaph : On a Pointer belonging to Sir John 

 Throckmorton -^> o ^ ^> 



T T ERE lies one who never drew 



Blood himself, yet many slew ; 

 Gave the gun its aim, and figure 

 Made in field, yet ne'er pull'd trigger. 

 Arm'd men have gladly made 

 Him their guide, and him obey'd ; 

 At his signified desire 

 Would advance, present, and fire. 

 Stout he was, and large of limb, 

 Scores have fled at sight of him ; 

 And to all this fame he rose 

 Only following his nose. 

 Neptune was he call'd ; not he 

 Who controls the boisterous sea, 

 But of happier command, 

 Neptune of the furrow'd land ; 

 And, your wonder vain to shorten, 

 Pointer to Sir John Throckmorton. 



William Cowper. 



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