"Engraved on the Collar of a Newfoundland Dog"
When Cain, vile Man! had prov'd your nature prone
To make the brute's worst attributes your own.
Just Heav'n transferr'd, to keep the balance true,
To me those gifts it wasted upon you.
Save Reason, to conceive the serpent, Spite,
And Speech, to throw the viper into light.
Thus, to the truth though Pride would have us blind,
In th' other each his long-lost self may find!