Ah, pray no mistake, We are not shy; We're very wide awake The Moon and I.
Spurn not the nobly born with love affected; nor treat with virtuous scorn the well connected.
A policeman's lot is not a happy one
I am a courtier grave and serious Who is about to kiss your hand: Try to combine a pose imperious With a demeanour nobly bland.
Oh, wouldn't the world seem dull and flat with nothing whatever to grumble at?
In all the woes that curse our race there is a lady in the case.