Calmly he looked on either life, and here
Saw nothing to regret, nor there to fear;
From nature’s temperate feast rose satisfied,
Thanked heaven that he had lived, and that he died.
The Petition of Justice B——ns’s Horse, to his Grace the Duke of N——.
Quite worn to the stumps, in a piteous condition,
I present to your grace this my humble petition;
Full twenty-eight stone, as all the world says,
(To me it seems more) my plump master weighs.
A load for a team this, yet I alone