I butchered the Scotch, and I bearded the French:
I neither had morals, nor manners, nor wit;
I wasn't much missed when I died in a fit.
Here set up my statue, and make it complete—With
Pitt on his knees at my dirty old feet.
GEORGE III
Give me a royal niche—it is my due,
The virtuousest king the realm e'er knew.
I, through a decent reputable life,
Was constant to plain food and a plain wife.