The other small affection prov'd.
Alarm'd, she hears the hunter's cries;
And catching up her darling, flies:
Through fear she stumbl'd o'er some stones
And broke the little favourite's bones;
The other to her back who clung,
Uninjur'd went with her along.
Mothers, beware! the fondl'd child
By too much tenderness is spoil'd;
While those who hardships have endur'd,
To suffer life are best enur'd.
Source: Boothby - Avianus 22.
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