I Am His Highness' Dog At Kew;

Thou Wert My Guide, Philosopher, And Friend.

When Rumours Increase, And When There Is An Abundance Of Noise And Clamour, Believe The Second Report.

Fly, Dotard, Fly! With Thy Wise Dreams And Fables Of The Sky.

Trust Not Yourself, But Your Defects To Know, Make Use Of Every Friend And Every Foe.

Nay, Fly To Altars; There They'll Talk You Dead; For Fools Rush In Where Angels Fear To Tread.