Poems (Cook)/On seeing a Bird-catcher

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ON SEEING A BIRD-CATCHER.
Health in his rags, Content upon his face,He goes th' enslaver of a feather'd race:And cunning snares, warm hearts; like warblers, take;The one to sing for sport, the other, break.

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