“ To invade us more safely these warriors boast,
They will wait till a storm drives our fleet from the coast,
That 'twill be "an ill wind" will be soon understood,
For a wind that blows Frenchmen "blows nobody good."
They would treat Britain worse than they've treated Mynheer,
But they'll find that "they've got the wrong sow by the ear;"
Let them come, then, in swarms, by this Corsican led,
And I'll warrant we'll "hit the right nail on the head." ”

“ He says Britain he'll conquer, and still understands,
"That one bird in the bush is worth four in his hands."
He trusts that his luck will all dangers expel,
"But the pitcher is broke which goes oft to the well;" ”