While for a motto, here is one that cannot be attackt, Tom,
For it is merely “We enlarge the more that we contract,” Tom.
But, come, let me be serious, and this, at least, I’d pray, Tom:
Do not, in common-sense’s name, go on in such a way, Tom.
If you’ve been made a Lord, why I suppose you must be one, Tom,
But do now try to be more like your poor old father’s son, Tom.
Don’t make the people laugh at you, by silly, empty pride, Tom;
And don’t your father’s honest trade be so inclined to hide, Tom.
You always were a clever boy, so let me then implore, Tom,
That of these Norman ancestors I never may hear more, Tom.