Here lies the mutton-eating king,
Whose word no man relies on;
Who never said a foolish thing,
Nor ever did a wise one.
_Mankind Punished._
The crimes of men began to grow so great,
That how to punish justly puzzled Fate;
Heaven sighed at last, that to his sons so dear
A punishment’s decreed, and so severe:
Go, says eternal justice, hell-hounds, go,
And execute my dread commands below;
Fix your rapacious claws on every door,
Despoil the rich, and poorer make the poor;
Pity not age, add to his weight of years,
And fill the wretched widow’s eyes with tears;
Disturb their sleep, and poison every dish,
Nor let them taste, without a doubt, a wish:
The judge supreme, who each effect foresaw,
Cried, Havock, and let loose the dogs of law.
_To a young Gentleman who loved to drive hard with a sorry pair of
Horses._