We hath loved thee dear Sir Pruitt, yet,
Perchance, thou hast some contrarieties.
To pilfer money boldly makes a thief,
Yet, can such brazen plunder be called theft?
Thou hast improperly used royal funds,
Yet, to thy credit, hast thou not been clever!
Not only hast thou lined thy vest with gold,
Thou hast lined thy vest inside a vest,
And lined it then with silver, rubies, pearls,
And yet more gold!
Thou hast stolen from the exchequer,
Thou hast told bold-faced lies of self promotion,
And lied some more to disrespect thy foes.
Thou hast, indeed hired foxes to guard chickens!
Thou hast, good Pruitt, been shamelessly corrupt,
But hast thou not raised fleecing to an art?
Most of all, Lord Pruitt, thou hast advanced,
The ruin of all thou sworest to protect,
And for this twisted trait we laud thee most.
Fare thee well, good Pruitt, all in all,
Thou fondly art remembered for thy gall.
Exit Pruitt