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Оливер Голдсмит
An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog

 
The wound it seem'd both sore and sad
To every christian eye;
 

 
And while they swore the dog was mad,
 

 
They swore the man would die
 

 
But soon a wonder came to light,
That show'd the rogues they lied —
 

 
The man recover'd of the bite;
 

 
The dog it was that died.