‘Our Worthy, good Patron, with grief it fills
‘To send the Farmer Home their Monstrous Bills.[70]
‘Much as he likes the Chase—it does him shock
‘To see so many worried of his Flock.
‘In their Profession admirably skilled;
‘That Arm, no doubt, could not be better filled.
‘Skilful as they extract, and Bleed, and Cup,
‘I hope my worthy Friends won’t Cut me up.
‘Our Patron too, has got a Lot of Dogs[71]
‘To clear the Woods and Fences, Fields and Bogs: