A dog starv’d at the master’s gate Predicts the ruin of the State. A horse misus’d upon the road Calls to heaven for human blood. Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear, A skylark wounded on the wing, A cherubim does cease to sing.
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