English poem
Dr. Conyers to Dr. Evans Bursar, on Cutting Down Some Fine College Trees
by Anonymous
Indulgent Nature to each kind bestows A secret instinct to discern its foes. The timorous goose avoids the ravenous fox, Lambs sly from wolves, and pilots shun the rocks; The rogue a gibbet, as his fate, foresees, And bears the like antipathy to trees.