And after a long political diatribe it winds up thus—
"To tell you all the pranks this Dogge hath wrought,
That lov'd his Master, and him Bullets brought,
Would but make laughter, in these times of woe,
Or how this Curr came by his fatall blow,
Look on the Title Page, and there behold,
The Emblem will all this to you unfold.
Morrall.
The World's the Witch, the Dogge is the Devill,
And men th' Actors, that have wrought this evill."