‘To scare away the Vermin with their Roar;
‘These, well dispos’d, and parcell’d o’er the Land,
‘At once pourtrays the able Master’s Hand.
‘All are so excellent, and in such Heart,
‘Thirsting for Glory, panting for the Start.
‘Some Flocks there are, the produce of those Lands,
‘Whose Shepherds were not reckon’d able Hands:
‘’Twas evident their Stock should be new moulded,
‘And under skilful Hands, fresh Penn’d, and Folded.[92]
‘An Irish Shepherd,[93] now a Patron named,