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TOMAS DE IRIARTE.
"O! then," exclaim'd the Ass,
"I know to play it fine;
And who for bad shall class
The music asinine?"
Without the rules of art,
Ev'n asses, we agree,
May once succeed in part,
Thus accidentally.
THE TWO RABBITS.
Some shrubs amidst to shun
The dogs he saw pursue,
I will not call it run,
But say a rabbit flew.
From out his hiding-place
A neighbour came to see,
And said, "Friend, wait a space:
What may the matter be?"
"What should it be?" he cried;
"I breathless came in fear,
Because that I espied
Two scoundrel greyhounds near."
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