A MIGHTY sultan once for fun

A MIGHTY sultan once for fun
Indulged an inclination,
'Tis odds by then my story's done
You'll make its application.
A wag he sent for to his court,
Who, each way you can mention,
To furnish whim, and fun, and sport,
Still tortured his invention,
To please this sultan, &c.

'Mongst Folly's sons and daughters too
With Satire did he wander,
And still attempted someting new,
Relying on the candour
Of this mighty sultan, &c.
At length, his frolics at an end,
Cried one, I do not bam you,
But as you merit, my good friend,
He'll either save or damn you,
Will this mighty sultan, &c.

But, for your comfort, he is just,
And easily contented.
Nor to him e'er did any trust
Who afterwards repented.
You are the sultan who for fun
Indulge an inclination,
I am the wag—my story's done—
Now make its application.