Here you will find the Poem Epitaph On Fop, A Dog Belonging To Lady Throckmorton of poet William Cowper
Though once a puppy, and though Fop by name, Here moulders one whose bones some honour claim; No sycophant, although of spaniel race, And though no hound, a martyr to the chase. Ye squirrels, rabbits, leverets, rejoice! Your haunts no longer echo to his voice; This record of his fate exulting view, He died worn out with vain pursuit of you. 'Yes' -- the indignant shade of Fop replies-- 'And worn with vain pursuit man also dies.'
