Make ends meet

A dog dost see, no spectre have we here; He growls, doubts, lays him on his

belly, too, And wags his tail - as dogs are wont to do.

Come hither, Sirrah! join our company!

A very poodle, he appears to be! Thou standest still, for thee he'll wait; Thou

speak'st to him, he fawns upon thee straight; Aught thou mayst lose, again he'll

bring, And for thy stick will into water spring.

Thou'rt right indeed; no traces now I see Whatever of a spirit's agency. 'Tis

A dog well taught E'en by the wisest of us may be sought. Ay, to your favour