To them, whose gross and dull capacities
Are fit to bear the burthens of the state,
The lab'ring mules, that thro' the mire of forms
Draw the slow car of government along,
Gladly the task of bus'ness I resign.
Be mine the brighter province, to direct
Thy pleasures, Edward, minister supreme
Of all thy softer hours: to serve the king
Be theirs the glory, let me serve the man.