Thirsty, she Poison draws from ev’ry Flow’r,
Like Satan, seeks whom next she may devour.
So have I seen a Dog distracted roam;
He bites, he snaps at all, disgorging Foam.
The frighten’d Passenger the Danger flies,
And sees the Poison flashing from his Eyes.
Till some stout Dray-man dashes out his Brains,
And his corrupted Blood the Kennel stains.
Thy Notes pedantic shall no more engage;
Arbuthnot’s Wit enlivens not the Page.