And while they swore the dog was mad,
They swore the man would die.
But soon a wonder came to light,
That show’d the rogues they lied:
The man recover’d of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
AN ELEGY
ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE
Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madam Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word—