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A curious fowl and sparagrass I chose (For I remember you were fond of those); Three shillings cost the first, the last seven
groats; Sullen you turn from both, and call for oats. Others bring goods and treasure to their
houses, Something to deck their pretty babes and
spouses; My only token was a cup like horn, That's made of nothing but a lady's corn. 'Tis not for that I grieve; no, 'tis to see The groom and sorrel mare preferred to me! These for some moments when you deign to
quit, And (at due distance) sweet discourse admit, 'Tis all my pleasure thy past toil to know, For pleased remembrance builds delight on woe. At every danger pants thy consort's breast, And gaping infants squall to hear the rest. How did I tremble, when, by thousands bound, I saw thee stretched on Lilliputian ground ? When scaling armies climbed up every part, Each step they trod, I felt upon my heart. But when thy torrent quenched the dreadful
King, Queen, and nation, staring with amaze,
round For sixpence, I'd have given a thousand pound.
Lord! when the giant-babe that head of thine
kings : If ducal Nardac, Lilliputian peer, Or Glumglum's humbler title soothe thy ear : Nay, would kind Jove my organs so dispose, To hymn harmonious Houyhnhnm through the
nose, I'd call thee Houyhnhnm, that high-sounding
name; Thy children's noses all should twang the same. So might I find my loving spouse of course Endued with all the virtues of a horse.