It grieves me, Emma, much to see
How Pert and Rude you are;
Sure, everybody must agree
From Courtesy you’re far.
What wicked Rudeness thus to jest
On Mister Barton’s Toes:
Poor Gentleman, he’s Uncle’s Guest,
And Gout gives painful Throes.
How very ill does it beseem
A Child to play such Part:
The Prisons of the World do teem
With those of unkind Heart.