A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhimes for children by J.B.

XXIV. Of the fatted Swine.

Ah, Sirrah! I perceive thou art Corn-fed, With best of Hoggs-meat thou art pampered. Thou wallow'st in thy fat, up thou art stal'd, Art not as heretofore to Hogs-wash call'd.

Thine Orts lean Pigs would leap at, might they have it. One may see by their whining how they crave it. But Hogg, why look'st so big? Why dost so flounce, So snort, and fling away, dost now renounce Subjection to thy Lord, 'cause he has fed thee? Thou art yet but a Hogg, of such he bred thee. Lay by thy snorting, do not look so big, What was thy Predecessor but a Pig.

But come my gruntling, when thou art full sed, Forth to the Butchers Stall thou must be led. Then will an end be put unto thy snortings, Unto thy boarish Looks and hoggish Sportings; Then thy shrill crys will eccho in the air; Thus will my Pig for all his Greatness fare.

Comparison.

This Emblem shews, some men are in this life, Like full-fed Hoggs prepared for the Knife. It likewise shews some can take no Reproof, More than the fatted Hogg, who stands aloof.

Yea; that they never will for mercy cry, Till time is past, and they for sin must dye.