See Me, How Calm I Am. Ay,

The Dog, To Gain Some Private Ends, Went Mad, And Bit The Man.

For Just Experience Tells, In Every Soil, That Those That Think Must Govern Those That Toil.

Where Wealth And Freedom Reign Contentment Fails, And Honour Sinks Where Commerce Long Prevails.

Silence Is Become His Mother Tongue.

Well Had The Boding Tremblers Learned To Trace The Day's Disasters In His Morning Face.