Were not for their Monarch’s good Pleasure design’d.
We know and believe they’re as truly his own
As the Farmer’s his Beast, or the wheat he has sown;
And he’s a most stupid and scandalous Block
Who would not be part of so noble a Stock, 70
To fetch and to carry, be curried and fed,
As his Master has Work, or his Master has Bread.
Ye Statesmen, I next to your Honours apply:
Ye know the old Subject; ye ken who am I!
I would give each Advice how to act in his Station;