But see my muse to England takes her flight,
Where health and plenty cheerfully unite;
Where smiling Freedom guards great George's throne
(And chains, and racks, and tortures are not known),
Whose fame superior bards have often wrote,
An ancient fable give me leave to quote:
AIR.
As once on a time a young frog pert and vain,
Beheld a large ox grazing over the plain,
He boasted his size he could quickly attain.