I have a kitten,the drollest of all creatures that ever wore a cat's skin.
All we behold is miracle.
Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.
Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
A noisy man is always in the right.