I Am His Highness' Dog At Kew;

No Louder Shrieks To Pitying Heaven Are Cast, When Husbands Or Lap-dogs Breathe Their Last.

The Enormous Faith Of Many Made For One.

Fickle Fortune Reigns, And, Undiscerning, Scatters Crowns And Chains.

Calm, Thinking Villains, Whom No Faith Could Fix, Of Crooked Counsels And Dark Politics.

True Wit Is Nature To Advantage Dressed; What Oft Was Thought, But Ne'er So Well Expressed.