I send my Lord North notwithstanding our strife,
To your Majesty’s residence called Hampton Court
Pour savoir au vrai, comment on se porte.
For ’tis rumoured in town—I hope ’tis not true
Your foot is too big for your slipper or shoe.
If I had the placing your gout, I am sure
Your Majesty’s toe less pain should endure;
For whil’st I’ve so many curs’d things in my head
And some stick in my stomach as in Proverbs ’tis said.
So just a good reason your good son can see