Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;
Without, unspotted, innocent within,
She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
Yet had she oft been chased with horns and hounds,
And Scythian shafts, and many winged wounds
Aimed at her heart; was often forced to fly,
And doomed to death, though fated not to die.
The first lines of the parody are:—
A milk-white Mouse immortal and unchanged,
Fed on soft cheese, and o’er the Dairy ranged