Of humble guise and outside fair.
A whelping Bitch, in doleful plight,
Begg'd Pug to lodge her for a night.
Good-natur'dly her suit is granted;
But now a farther time is wanted:
"In a few days my whelps will grow,
And be in better state to go."
To this obliging Pug consents,
And with small space herself contents.
From day to day, they staid so long,
The puppies were stout and strong.
At last Pug hinted to the stranger,
She now might travel without danger:
"No," says the Bitch, "I mean to stay;
Now drive us, if you can, away."
Source: Boothby - Phaedrus 1.18.
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