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Emp'rors, and popes, and nabobs, mighty things,
I think, too, we may take in foreign kings,
Too often deem their humble makers, slaves;
Now such high folk are either fools or knaves,
Or both together probably—a case
That happens frequently amongst the race.
Methinks now, this is scandalous—'tis hateful—
Wicked, and, what is full as bad, ungrateful.
The great of many a continent and isle,
Enough to make the sourest cynic smile,
Or, as the proverb says, ‘make a dog laugh,’
Think honours from themselves arise alone;
Thus are their makers at a distance thrown,
Consider'd as mere mob, mere dirt, mere chaff.
The following Fables then will let them know,
What to us riffraff of the world they owe.