Anne Kingsmill Finch
Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems
|81.||The Tradesman And The Scholar||1/1/2004|
|83.||The Unequal Fetters||1/3/2003|
|84.||The Wit And The Beau||1/1/2004|
|85.||The Young Rat And His Dam, The Cock And The Cat||1/1/2004|
|86.||There's No To-Morrow||4/16/2010|
|88.||To A Husband||1/3/2003|
|90.||To Edward Jenkinson, Esq||1/1/2004|
|91.||To Mr. F. Now Earl Of W||1/1/2004|
|93.||To The Nightingale||1/1/2004|
|94.||To The Painter Of An Ill-Drawn Picture Of Cleone||1/1/2004|
|95.||Trail All Your Pikes...||4/16/2010|
The Dog And His Master
NO better Dog e'er kept his Master's Door
Than honest Snarl, who spar'd nor Rich nor Poor;
But gave the Alarm, when any one drew nigh,
Nor let pretended Friends pass fearless by:
For which reprov'd, as better Fed than Taught,
He rightly thus expostulates the Fault.
To keep the House from Rascals was my Charge;
The Task was great, and the Commission large.
Nor did your Worship e'er declare your Mind,
That to the begging Crew it was confin'd;
Who shrink an Arm, or prop an able Knee,
Or turn up Eyes, till they're not seen, nor see.
To Thieves, ...
The Man And His Horse
Within a Meadow, on the way,
A sordid Churl resolv'd to stay,
And give his Horse a Bite;
Purloining so his Neighbours Hay,
That at the Inn he might not pay
For Forage all the Night.
With Heart's content th' unloaded Steed
Began to neigh, and frisk, and feed;