The Hind and the Panther.
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Next morn they rose and set up ev'ry sail,
The wind was fair, but blew a mackrel gale:
The sickly young sat shiv'ring on the shoar,
Abhorr'd salt-water never seen before,
And pray'd their tender mothers to delay
The passage, and expect a fairer day.
The wind was fair, but blew a mackrel gale:
The sickly young sat shiv'ring on the shoar,
Abhorr'd salt-water never seen before,
And pray'd their tender mothers to delay
The passage, and expect a fairer day.
With these the Martyn readily concurr'd,
A church-begot, and church-believing bird;
Of little body, but of lofty mind,
Round belly'd, for a dignity design'd,
And much a dunce, as Martyns are by kind.
Yet often quoted Canon-laws, and Code,
And Fathers which he never understood,
But little learning needs in noble bloud.
For, sooth to say, the Swallow brought him in,
Her houshold Chaplain, and her next of kin.
In Superstition silly to excess,
And casting Schemes, by planetary guess:
A church-begot, and church-believing bird;
Of little body, but of lofty mind,
Round belly'd, for a dignity design'd,
And much a dunce, as Martyns are by kind.
Yet often quoted Canon-laws, and Code,
And Fathers which he never understood,
But little learning needs in noble bloud.
For, sooth to say, the Swallow brought him in,
Her houshold Chaplain, and her next of kin.
In Superstition silly to excess,
And casting Schemes, by planetary guess:
In
