Lapluck and Caesar brothers were, descended

From dogs by Fame the most commended,

Who falling, in their puppyhood,

To different masters anciently,

One dwelt and hunted in the boundless wood;

From thieves the other kept a kitchen free.

At first, each had another name;

But, by their bringing up, it came,

While one improved upon his nature,

The other grew a sordid creature,

Till, by some scullion called Lapluck,

The name ungracious ever stuck.

To high exploits his brother grew,

Put many a stag at bay, and tore

Full many a trophy from the boar;

In short, him first, of all his crew,

The world as Caesar knew;

And care was had, lest, by a baser mate,

His noble blood should e'er degenerate.

Not so with him of lower station,

Whose race became a countless nation--

The common turnspits throughout France--

Where danger is, they don't advance--

Precisely the Antipodes

Of what we call the Caesars, these!

_Oft falls the son below his sire's estate:_

_Through want of care all things degenerate._

_For lack of nursing Nature and her gifts,_

_What crowds from gods become mere kitchen-thrifts!_

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