We of Cracow the Chancellor and his Vice--Can,
With the Doctors and Masters, all to a Man,
Assembled in form, have sent trusty Ned Whist,
(The last enroll'd slave in our Almanack--List)
With orders to give you, sir, to understand
That a letter sign'd G---ge is safe come to hand,
Which having been over and over perus'd,
Your present was near upon being refus'd;
But after a grave and maturer debate,
We, moved thereunto by reasons of State,
Came at length to agree one and all, 'twou'd be better
To take it, and seem thus to thank you by letter.
This done, sir, we hope you are herewith content,
Since farther than this, nothing by us is meant.
We scorn to profess the least loyal affection
To one, who against our will gives us protection;
Neither wish we, nor pray we for Princes at home,
Having sent all our prayers, and our wishes to Rome.
Assure yourself therefore, you always shall find
We ever shall hate you, be you ever so kind;
In token hereof our names we conceal,
But send you these presents under our Seal.