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First Line: Sire, your dog lemon, wont of old to lie
Last Line: Of faith and worth, expect no other wage.


SIRE, your dog Lemon, wont of old to lie
On your rich bed, now lies on the hard ground;
That faithful dog who, by his instinct, found
The skill 'twixt friends and traitors to descry.

'Tis he who robbers frighted by his cry,
Foes by his teeth; why then endures this hound
Cold, hunger, injury, contempt, and wound,
The sure return kings pay to loyalty?

His pleasant youth, his beauty, pride, and might
To you endeared him, but he caused affright
To your base foes by his unyielding rage.

Courtiers, who with contemptuous glances greet
This dog who died of hunger in the street,
Of faith and worth, expect no other wage.





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