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Оливер Голдсмит
An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog

 
and hound,


 

 
And curs of low degree.
 

 
This dog and man at first were friends;
 

 
But, when a pique began,
 

 
The dog, to gain some private ends,
 
 

 
 
Went mad, and bit the man.
 

 
Around from all
 

 
the neighbouring streets
 

 
The wondering neighbours ran;
 

 
And swore the dog had lost his wits,
 

 
To bite so good a man.