Yes, I Am Proud; I Must Be

All Nature Mourns, The Skies Relent In Showers; Hushed Are The Birds, And Closed The Drooping Flowers.

Content If Hence Th' Unlearn'd Their Wants May View, The Learn'd Reflect On What Before They Knew.

Bear, Like The Turk, No Brother Near The Throne.

E'en Sunday Shines No Sabbath Day To Me.

I Am His Highness' Dog At Kew; Pray Tell Me, Sir, Whose Dog Are You?