ABSTRACT
See Bounce, like Berecynthia, crown'd 45 With thund'ring Offspring all around, Beneath, beside me, ~~d a top, A hundred Sons! and not one Fop.
Before my Children set your Beef, Not one true Bounce will be a Thief; So Not one without Permission feed, (Tho' some of J-'s hungry Breed) But whatsoe'er the Father's Race, From me they suck a little Grace. While your fine Whelps learn all to steal, 55 Bred up by Hand on Chick and Veal.
