THE SINE QUÔ NON. James Barclay 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. T116245 1136 K093079.003 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. III. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 179-180. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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THE SINE QUÔ NON . BY THE SAME . WITH MUCKWORM lately as in chat I pass'd the sober hours , The mice , for MUCKWORM keeps no cat , Came trooping in by scores . When famine leads , what thing can daunt , Our courage what abate ? Each mouse was as the mastiff gaunt , That growl'd before the gate . Their mien so grim alarm'd I spied , And looks of desperate woe : " And why neglect , my friend , " I cried , " To chase the threatening foe ? " True 'tis that , any more than you , " They cannot eat your pelf : " But then of other food in lieu , " They may devour yourself . " And think how odd th' account would sound , " Should future annals tell , " MUCKWORM fell not by hungry hound Alluding to the Fable of Actaeon . , " By hungry mice he sell . " Then drive the furious vermin hence , " To ward such dire mishap : " Nor fret , I pray you , for th' expence , " Myself will lend the trap . " " Your offer's kind , " friend MUCKWORM cried , " And highly do I rate it : " But when the trap's by you supplied , " Who'll lend the cheese to bait it ?