And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. - Oliver Goldsmith

Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway,
And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.

Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first, best country ever is, at home.

In arguing too, the parson owned his skill,
For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still;
While words of learned length, and thundering sound
Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around;
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew,
That one small head could carry all he knew.