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A brazen Pot by scouring vext	A
With Beef and Pudding still perplext	A
Resolv'd t' attempt a nobler Life	B
Urging the Jugg to share the Strife	B
Brother quoth he Love to endear	C
Why shou'd We Two continue here	C
To serve and cook such homely Cheer	D
Who tho' we move with awkward pace	E
Your stony Bowels and my Face	E
Abroad can't miss of Wealth and Place	E
Then let us instantly be going	F
And see what in the World is Doing	F
The bloated Jugg supine and lazy	G
Who made no Wish but to be easy	G
Nor like it's Owner e'er did think	H
Of ought but to be fill'd with Drink	H
Yet something mov'd by this fine Story	G
And frothing higher with Vain glory	G
Reply'd he never wanted Metal	I
But had not Sides like sturdy Kettle	I
That in a Croud cou'd shove and bustle	I
And to Preferment bear the Justle	I
When the first Knock would break His Measures	J
And stop his Rise to Place and Treasures	J
Sure quoth the Pot thy Scull is thicker	K
Than ever was thy muddiest Liquor	K
Go I not with thee for thy Guard	A
To take off Blows and Dangers ward	A
And hast thou never heard that Cully	I
Is borne thro' all by daring Bully	I
Your self reply'd the Drink conveigher	K
May be my Ruin and Betrayer	K
A Superiority you boast	A
And dress the Meat I but the Toast	A
Than mine your Constitution's stronger	K
And in Fatigues can hold out longer	K
And shou'd one Bang from you be taken	L
I into Nothing shou'd be shaken	L
A d'autre cry'd the Pot in scorn	M
Dost think there's such a Villain born	M
That when he proffers Aid and Shelter	K
Will rudely fall to Helter Skelter	K
No more but follow to the Road	A
Where Each now drags his pond'rous Load	A
And up the Hill were almost clamber'd	A
When may it ever be remember'd	A
Down rolls the Jugg and after rattles	N
The most perfidious of all Kettles	N
At every Molehill gives a Jump	O
Nor rests till by obdurate Thump	O
The Pot of Stone to shivers broken	L
Sends each misguided Fool a Token	L
To show them by this fatal Test	A
That Equal Company is best	A
Where none Oppress nor are Opprest	A

Anne Kingsmill Finch

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