A morning ramble—let me show you now
My team of oxen, and my patent plough.
Talk of your horses! I the plan condemn—
They eat us up—but oxen! we eat them;
For first they plough and bring us bread to eat,
And then we fat and kill them—there’s the meat.
What’s your opinion?”—
—“I am poorly fed,
And much afraid to want both meat and bread,”
Said Rayner, half indignant; and the Squire 240}