Sharp.

Indeed you may depend upon our Honours,

We're faithful Servants of the best of Kings;

We scorn an Imposition on your Ignorance,

Abhor the Arts of Falsehood and Deceit.

These are the Presents our great Monarch sent,

He's of a bounteous, noble, princely Mind

And had he known the Numbers of your Chiefs,

Each would have largely shar'd his Royal Goodness;[Pg 136]

[Pg 136]

But these are rich and worthy your Acceptance,

Few Kings on Earth can such as these bestow,

For Goodness, Beauty, Excellence, and Worth.

Ponteach.

Ponteach.

The Presents from your Sovereign I accept,

His friendly Belts to us shall be preserved,

And in Return convey you those to him.

Which let him know our Mind, and what we wish,

That we dislike his crusty Officers,

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