The Comforts of an Inn.
I knew by the post that so gaily display’d
The sign of a Bear, that a tavern was near;
And said, if a cask of good ale e’er was made,
The man that was thirsty might wish for it here.
It was noon, and in mud puddles scatter’d around,
In silence repos’d the voluptuous hog—
Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound,
Save the innkeeper flogging a mischievous dog.
And here in this little lone spot, I exclaim’d