human
For since she has been free by the death of her Late owner, the poor thing has been a scamperer, _And has often known the want of a good meal;_ _For she was highly fed in her old master's lifetime._ But he, alas! sleeps in peace, and peace be to his soul. He was a good master and a real gentleman, And left his little trotter to a merciless world: She is gentle by Nature; _but the poor thing's heart_ _Is now breaking_; yet by kind treatment she might Be made one of the most valuable and amusing Things in Nature. She is a little foundered, but not to hurt Or retard her movements; she is of some mettle and High spirit, notwithstanding her hard fate, She will even kick if roughly handled, Nor would she suffer a dirty hand to touch her.
gpt
I wish I had an only friend, To shield me from the winter's blast, For should I live to see another, He may cut keener than the last; And I shall never wish to feel A keener winter than the past.
human
To him she has given, _she never did lend_, For her plan is to give to the foe or the friend.
gpt
Should he be tempted to write again, let him sign his name, or where a letter may find the kind-hearted creature, who has such a love for Nature. His stinging advice was to run down the widow's soul's delight, her dear scraps, which not a block in Nature can suppress