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No Cautions of a Matron Old and Sage	A
Young Rattlehead to Prudence cou'd engage	A
But forth the Offspring of her Bed wou'd go	B
Nor reason gave but that he wou'd do so	B
Much Counsel was at parting thrown away	C
Ev'n all that Mother Rat to Son cou'd say	C
Who follow'd him with utmost reach of Sight	D
Then lost in Tears and in abandon'd Plight	D
Turn'd to her mournful Cell and bid the World Good Night	D
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But Fortune kinder than her boding Thought	E
In little time the Vagrant homewards brought	E
Rais'd in his Mind and mended in his Dress	F
Who the Bel air did every way confess	F
Had learnt to flow'r his Wigg nor brusht away	C
The falling Meal that on his Shoulders lay	C
And from a Nutshell wimbl'd by a Worm	G
Took Snuff and cou'd the Government reform	H
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The Mother weeping from Maternal Love	I
To see him thus prodigiously improve	J
Expected mighty Changes too within	K
And Wisdom to avoid the Cat and Gin	K
Whom did you chiefly note Sweetheart quoth she	L
Of all the Strangers you abroad did see	L
Who grac'd you most or did your Fancy take	M
The younger Rat than curs'd a noisy Rake	M
That barr'd the best Acquaintance he cou'd make	M
And fear'd him so he trembl'd ev'ry Part	N
Nor to describe him scarce cou'd have the Heart	N
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High on his Feet quoth he himself he bore	O
And terribly in his own Language swore	O
A feather'd Arm came out from either Side	P
Which loud he clapp'd and Combatants defy'd	P
And to each Leg a Bayonette was ty'd	P
And certainly his Head with Wounds was sore	O
For That and both his Cheeks a Sanguine Colour wore	O
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Near Him there lay the Creature I admir'd	P
And for a Friend by Sympathy desir'd	P
His Make like Ours as far as Tail and Feet	P
With Coat of Furr in parallel do meet	P
Yet seeming of a more exalted Race	Q
Tho' humble Meekness beautify'd his Face	Q
A purring Sound compos'd his gentle Mind	P
Whilst frequent Slumbers did his Eye lids bind	P
Whose soft contracted Paw lay calmly still	R
As if unus'd to prejudice or kill	R
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I paus'd a while to meditate a Speech	S
And now was stepping just within his reach	S
When that rude Clown began his hect'ring Cry	T
And made me for my Life and from th' Attempt to fly	T
Indeed 'twas Time the shiv'ring Beldam said	P
To scour the Plain and be of Life afraid	P
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Thou base degen'rate Seed of injur'd Rats	U
Thou veriest Fool she cry'd of all my Brats	U
Would'st thou have shaken Hands with hostile Cats	U
And dost not yet thine Own and Country's Foe	B
At this expence of Time and Travel know	B
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Alas that swearing staring bullying Thing	V
That tore his Throat and blustered with his Wing	V
Was but some paltry Dunghill Craven Cock	W
Who serves the early Household for a Clock	W
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And We his Oats and Barley often steal	X
Nor fear he shou'd revenge the pilfer'd Meal	X
Whilst that demure and seeming harmless Puss	Y
Herself and mewing Chits regales with Us	Z
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If then of useful Sense thou'st gain'd no more	O
Than ere thou'dst past the Threshold of my Door	O
Be here my Son content to Dress and Dine	A2
Steeping the List of Beauties in thy Wine	A2
And neighb'ring Vermin with false Gloss outshine	A2
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Amongst Mankind a Thousand Fops we see	L
Who in their Rambles learn no more than Thee	L
Cross o'er the Alpes and make the Tour of France	B2
To learn a paltry Song or antick Dance	B2
Bringing their Noddles and Valizes pack'd	P
With Mysteries from Shops and Taylors wreck'd	P
But what may prejudice their Native Land	P
Whose Troops are raising or whose Fleet is mann'd	P
Ne'er moves their Thoughts nor do they understand	P
Thou my dear Rattlehead and such as These	C2
Might keep at home and brood on Sloth and Ease	C2
Whilst Others more adapted to the Age	A
May vig'rously in Warlike Feats engage	A
And live on foreign Spoils or dying thin the Stage	A

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