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October 13, 1766. No. 93. |
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The
SHEEP
and the BRAMBLE BUSH.
From
Mr.
CUNNINGHAM’S
Poems.
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Thick twisted Brake in the Time of a Storm, |
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Seem’d
kindly to cover a Sheep:
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snug, for a While, he lay shelter’d and warm, |
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It
quietly sooth’d him asleep.
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Clouds are now scatter’d—the Winds are at Peace, |
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The
Sheep’s to his Pasture inclin’d;
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ah! The fell
Thicket lays hold of his Fleece, |
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His
Coat is left Forfeit behind.
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| My
Friend, who the Thicket of Law never try’d, |
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Consider
before you get in;
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| Tho’
Judgement and Sentence are past on your Side, |
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By
Jove, you’ll be fleec’d to your Skin.
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