The Kite, fit gaoler must be nam’d,
In prose and verse already fam’d:
Bold to kill mice, and now and then
To steal a chicken from a hen.
None readier was, when seized, to slay,
And often to dissect his prey;
With all the insolence can rise
From power when join’d to cowardice.
The captive Blackbird kept his cheer;
The gaoler, anxious, shook with fear,