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The Pup that runs to Everybody's call
Will Travel much, but won't Arrive at all.

“A LMOST-BUT- D IDN'T ,” timid or slack
Is the very worst Dog in the Fox-hunter's Pack.

Your Teeth, oh, Gray Wolf, may be sharp and white,
But do not show them if you dare not bite!

T HOUGH , ranging wide, he needs must run much faster,
The Dog comes home no sooner than his Master.

F EW Feathers lie about the Rocks
Whose Cavern hides the Sleepy Fox.
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