Contumacious Constantine

Come, Constantine! this sulky Face I can no more excuse: Entreat for Pardon, beg for Grace, My Patience you abuse.

Your Donkey, Ned, you emulate: Because Creation’s Plan Has formed the dumb Beast obstinate It is not so with Man.

Your Tongue was giv’n, with contrite Speech, To own when you offend; Your Soul Intelligence to teach And Virtue recommend.

Your Conduct you can not defend: It surely was not kind To throw the Pepper o’er your Friend, And risk his going Blind?

Despite his burning, tearful Eye, Despite convulsive Sneeze, If ask’d to Pardon he’d comply With your Desire to Please.

What! silent still? Then go away: Until Contrition’s shown In Solitude upstairs you stay, For Meals dry Bread alone.

All stubborn, naughty Children know That Jam, and Cake, and Pies Are only meant for those who show A Nature Mild and Wise.