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Nor let his wild, ungenerous rage 

 An unprotected foe engage. 



O, mould cat of Darwin prove 

 Foe to pity, foe to love ! 

 Cat, that liftens day by day, 

 To mercy's mild and honied lay, 

 Too furely would the dire difgrace 

 More deeply brand our future race, 

 The fligma fix, where'er they range, 

 That cats can ne'er their nature change. 



Should I confent with thee to wed, 

 Thefe fanguine crimes upon thy head, 

 And ere the wifh'd reform I fee, 

 Adieu to lapping Se ward's tea ! 

 Adieu to purring gentle praife 

 Charrml as me quotes thy mailer's lays '. 

 Could I, alas ! our kittens bring 

 Where fweet her plumy favorites fing, 

 Would not the watchful nymph efpy 

 Their father's fiercenefs in their eye, 

 And drive us far and wide away, 

 In cold and lonely barn to ftray ? 

 Where the dark owl, with hideous fcream, 

 Shall mock our yells for forfeit cream, 

 As on ftarv'd mice we fwearing dine, 

 And grumble that our lives are nine, 



Chorus : largo. 

 Waal, woee, trone, moan, mall, oil, moule. 



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