The last sayings of a mouse lately starved in a cup-board. As they were taken, in short-hand, by a zealous rat-catcher, who list'ned at the key-hole of the cup-board door. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B25651 of text R16411 in the English Short Title Catalog. Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B25651 12280299 Wing L502 Interim Tract Supplement Guide 1872.a.1.[36] ESTC R16411 ocm99882973

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 eng Satire, English -- Early works to 1800. eebo The last sayings of a mouse lately starved in a cup-board. : As they were taken, in short-hand, by a zealous rat-catcher, who list'ned at the key-hole n/a 1681 2 608 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2014-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2015-02 Sampled and proofread 2015-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Last Sayings OF A MOUSE Lately starved in a CUP-BOARD . As they were taken , in Short-Hand , by a zealous RAT-CATCHER , who list'ned at the Key-hole of the Cup-board Door . An Abuse to Sheriff Bethell for keeping no house . WRetch that I am ! — and is it come to This ? O short continuance of Earthly Bliss ! Did I , for this , forsake my Countrey Ease , My Liberty , my Bacon , Beans , and Pease ? Call ye me This the Breeding of the Town , Which my young Master brag'd when he came down ? Fool that I was ! — I heard my Father say , ( A Reverend Mouse he was , and his Beard gray ) Young Hunt-crum , mark me well , you needs must rome , And leave me and your Mother here at home ; Great is your Spirit , at high food you aim , But have a care — believe not lying Fame ; Vast Bodies oft are mov'd by slender Springs , And great Men , and great Tables are two things ; Assure thy self all is not Gold that shines , He that looks alwayes fat , not alwayes dines For I have seen One strut in a lac'd Cloak , And at the same time heard his Belly croak . By sad Experience how I find too well , Old Hunt-crum was an arrant Sidrophel . And must I dy ? and is there no Relief ? No Cheese , though I give over thoughts of Beef ? Where is grave Madge , and brisk Grimalkin now ? Before whose feet our Race was wont to bow ! No Owl , no Cat to end my woful dayes ? No Gresham Engine my lean Corps to squeeze ? I 'd rather fall to Foes a noble Prey , Than squeek my Soul out under Lock and Key . What 's This ? — a pissing Candle 's latter end ? My dear-beloved Countrey-Save-all Friend ? Thou dreadful Emblem of Mortality , Inglorious Affront to Life and me ! O barbarous Drollery of my cruel Fate ! This shadow of a Comfort comes too late : I faint — What 's this ? a Wafer ? — Good again ! What mean the Fates thus to prolong my pain ? Though Mice of greater Quality than I Can eat such things , and be content to dye , Give me a morsel of good Bread , I cry . And you my brethren Mice , if any be As yet unstarv'd , in all our Family ; From your obscure Retreats , rise and appear , To you , or to your Ghosts , I now draw near : To my original Dust I haste apace , Observe my hollow Eyes , and meager Face ; And learn from me the sad Reverse of Fate , 't is better to be Innocent than Great . Good Consciences and Bellies full , say I , Exceeds the Pomp that onely feeds the Eye : Farewel — You see ( my Friends ) that knew me once Pamper'd and smooth , reduc'd to skin and bones , Poor as a Church-mouse ! — O I faint ! I dye ! Fly , fly from Cat in shape of Famine , fly : Whilst at my Death I my Ambition rue , In this my Cup-board and my Coffin too ; Farewel to Victuals , Greatness , and to You .

Printed for S. P. Q. L. 1681.