And he hung his proud head, and he perish’d with shame;
And the tomb of rich marble, no soft tear displaying,
O’ershadows the grave, of The Poor Singing Dame!
MISTRESS GURTON’s CAT.
A DOMESTIC TALE.
Old Mistress Gurton had a Cat,
A Tabby, loveliest of the race,
Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat
With velvet paws, and whisker’d face;
The Doves of Venus not so fair,
Nor JUNO’s Peacocks half so grand