And that brute beasts are far before ’em,
Deus est anima brutorum.
Who ever knew an honest brute
At law his neighbour prosecute,
Bring action for assault and battery,
Or friend beguile with lies and flattery?
O’er plains they ramble unconfin’d,
No politics disturb the mind;
They eat their meals, and take their sport,
Nor know who’s in or out at court;