The Hog, the Sheep, and Goat carrying to a FAIR. Anne Finch (née Kingsmill), countess of Winchilsea Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T94539 pp. 274-5 K076314.000 Winchilsea, Anne Kingsmill Finch, Countess of, 1661-1720. Miscellany poems, on several occasions: Written by the Right Honble Anne, Countess of Winchilsea. London printed for J. B. and sold by Benj. Tooke, William Taylor, and James Round 1713 pp. 110-112. [8],390p. ; 8⁰.

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The Hog , the Sheep , and Goat carrying to a FAIR . WHO does not wish , ever to judge aright . And , in the Course of Life's Affairs , To have a quick , and far extended Sight , Tho' it too often multiplies his Cares ? And who has greater Sense , but greater Sorrow shares ? This felt the Swine , now carrying to the Knife ; And whilst the Lamb and silent Goat In the same fatal Cart lay void of Strife , He widely stretches his foreboding Throat , Deaf'ning the easy Crew with his outragious Note . The angry Driver chides th'unruly Beast , And bids him all this Noise forbear ; Nor be more loud , nor clamorous than the rest , Who with him travel'd to the neighb'ring Fair , And quickly shou'd arrive , and be unfetter'd there . This , quoth the Swine , I do believe , is true , And see we're very near the Town ; Whilst these poor Fools of short , and bounded View , Think 'twill be well , when you have set them down , And eas'd One of her Milk , the Other of her Gown . But all the dreadful Butchers in a Row , To my far-searching Thoughts appear , Who know indeed , we to the Shambles go , Whilst I , whom none but Belzebub wou'd shear , Nor but his Dam wou'd milk , must for my Carcase fear . But tell me then , will it prevent thy Fate ? The rude unpitying Farmer cries ; If not , the Wretch who tastes his Suff'rings late , Not He , who thro' th'unhappy Future prys , Must of the Two be held most Fortunate and Wise .