8.
Our monarch replied, looking wise as an ass,
Pray, none of your compliments—Take up your glass.
Tho' the trouble I gave you e'nt much, I must own,
But as for religion, you know I have none.
Derry, etc.
9.
Then, as to my offspring, there's Feckie, my son,
Whom you wish and I wish may sit on the throne.
For by all men of wisdom and sense 'tis allow'd