By My Friend, T. Woodward, Esq., Of A Group, Consisting Of A Donkey, A Boy, And A Dog. Welcome, My Pretty Neddy--Welcome Too Thy Merry Rider With His Apron Blue; And Thou, Poor Dog, Most Patient Thing Of All, Begging For Morsels That May Never Fall! Oh! 'Tis A Faithful Group--And It Might Shame Painters Of Bold Pretence, And Greater Name-- To See How Nature Triumphs, And How Rare Such Matchless Proofs Of Nature'S Triumphs Are-- The Smallest Particle Of Sand May Tell With What Rich Ore Pactolus' Tide May Swell: And Woodward! This Ingenious, Chaste Design, Proclaims What Treasures Lie Within The Mine-- Pupil Of Cooper--Nature'S Favorite Son-- Whom, But To Name, And To Admire, Is One!