Pranam The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad, and bit the man. 20 Around from all the neighbouring streets The wond’ring neighbours ran, And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite so good a man. The wound it seem’d both sore and sad 25 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 shew’d the rogues they lied, — 30 The man recover’d of the bite, The dog it was that died. c. 1760-62 (From “The Vicar of Wakefield”, The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith. A New Edition. Vol. 1. London, 1821 The mad dog shall not bite the group as seen from singapore. round from all the neighbouring streets The wond’ring neighbours ran, And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite so good a man. The wound it seem’d both sore and sad 25 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 shew’d the rogues they lied, — 30 The man recover’d of the bite, The dog it was that died. c. 1760 - 62 (From “The Vicar of Wakefield”, The Miscellaneous Wo rks of Oliver Gol d smith . A New Edition. Vol. 1. London, 1821
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