THE SHEEP AND THE BRAMBLE-BUSH A thick-twisted brake, in the time of a storm, Seemed kindly to cover a sheep: So snug, for a while, he lay sheltered and warm, It quietly soothed him asleep. The clouds are now scattered, the winds are at peace, The sheep to his pasture inclined; But ah! the fell thicket lays hold of his fleece, His coat is left forfeit behind. My friend, who the thicket of law never tried, Consider before you get in; Tho' judgment and sentence are passed on your side, By Jove, you'll be fleeced to your skin. ~~ John Cunningham~~ TRIPLES with EMMA