Epitaph On Fop, A Dog Belonging To Lady Throckmorton

By William Cowper

Though once a puppy, and though Fop by name,
Here moulders one whose bones some honour claim;
No sycophant, although of spaniel race,
And though no hound, a martyr to the chase.
Ye squirrels, rabbits, leverets, rejoice!
Your haunts no longer echo to his voice;
This record of his fate exulting view,
He died worn out with vain pursuit of you.
‘Yes’ — the indignant shade of Fop replies–
‘And worn with vain pursuit man also dies.’

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