Than shooting at blackcock and grouse.
Such rubbish I never have heard,
For what, pray, becomes of my ease?
It seems to me too, too absurd
That I’m not to do what I please.
The people elected me, true,
But that, let me say, to be frank,
Was the very least thing they could do,
Consid’ring my fortune and rank;
And yet they now tell me, forsooth,