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Great Portland ne'er was banter'd when he strove
For Us his Master's kindest Thoughts to move.
We ne'er lampoon'd his Conduct, when employ'd
King James's Secret Councils to divide:
Then we caress'd him as the only Man,
Which could the doubtful Oracle explain:
The only Hushai able to repel
The dark Designs of our Achitophel.
Compar'd his Master's Courage to his Sense;
The Ablest Statesman, and the Bravest Prince.
On his wise Conduct we depended much,
And lik'd him ne'er the worse for being Dutch.
Nor was he valu'd more than he deserv'd;
Freely he ventur'd, faithfully he serv'd.
In all King William's Dangers he has shar'd;
In England's Quarrels always he appear'd.
The Revolution first, and then the Boyne;
In both his Counsels and his Conduct shine.
His Martial Valour Flanders will confess;
And France regrets his Managing the Peace.
Faithful to England's Interest and her King,
The greatest Reason of our murmuring.
Ten Years in English Service he appear'd,
And gain'd his Masters, and the Worlds Regard:
But 'tis not England's Custom to Reward.
The Wars are over, England needs him not;
Now he's a Dutchman, and the Lord knows what.
For Us his Master's kindest Thoughts to move.
We ne'er lampoon'd his Conduct, when employ'd
King James's Secret Councils to divide:
Then we caress'd him as the only Man,
Which could the doubtful Oracle explain:
The only Hushai able to repel
The dark Designs of our Achitophel.
Compar'd his Master's Courage to his Sense;
The Ablest Statesman, and the Bravest Prince.
On his wise Conduct we depended much,
And lik'd him ne'er the worse for being Dutch.
Nor was he valu'd more than he deserv'd;
Freely he ventur'd, faithfully he serv'd.
In all King William's Dangers he has shar'd;
In England's Quarrels always he appear'd.
The Revolution first, and then the Boyne;
In both his Counsels and his Conduct shine.
His Martial Valour Flanders will confess;
And France regrets his Managing the Peace.
Faithful to England's Interest and her King,
The greatest Reason of our murmuring.
Ten Years in English Service he appear'd,
And gain'd his Masters, and the Worlds Regard:
But 'tis not England's Custom to Reward.
The Wars are over, England needs him not;
Now he's a Dutchman, and the Lord knows what.
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