A DOG of WAR:
Or, The Travels of Drunkard, the famous Curr of the Round Woolstaple in Westminster.
His Services in the Netherlands, and lately in France, with his return home.
The Argument.
A N Honest, Well-knowing, and well-known Souldier, (whose Name for some Reasons I conceal) dwelt lately in Westminster, in the round Woolstaple, he was a Man only for Action, but such Actions as Loyalty did always justifie, either for his Prince, Country, or their dear and near Friends or Allies, in such noble designs he would and did often with Courage and good Approvement employ himself in the Low-countries, having always with him a little black Dog, whom he called Drunkard; which Curr would (by no means) ever forsake or leave him. But lately in these French Wars, the Dog being in the Isle of RHEA, where his Master (valiantly fighting) was Unfortunately slain, whose death was griev'd for by as many as knew him; and as the Corps lay dead, the poor loving Masterless Dog would not forsake it, until an English Souldier pull'd off his Masters Coat, whom the Dog followed to a Boat, by which means he came back to Westminster, where he now remains. Upon whose Fidelity, (for the love I owed his deceased Master) I have writ these following Lines, to express my Addiction to the Proverb, Love me and Love my Dog.
To the Reader.
READER if you expect
from hence,
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