Is more than gods can well bestow;
The grumbling brutes had been content
With ministers and government.
But they, at every ill success, 210
Like creatures lost without redress,
Curs’d politicians, armies, fleets;
While every one cry’d, damn the cheats,
And would, though conscious of his own,
In others barb’rously bear none. 215
One, that had got a princely store,