I.
E'en let the grumbler rave that will;
While Handel plays, we need not fear him.
Paulet and Hungerford, be still:
Lechmere and Wharton, hear him, hear him!
When reason gets into the throne,
The court shall teach us to be godly;
Pipes sound with breath that's not their own:
Is Fleetwood such an one, or Hoadly?
II.
When Whigs are out of power and place,
Their country bleeds; they rise to save her:
They rise then in their prince's face,
Are always patriots—out of favour.
Let the king smile, the tables turn,
The changing dyes change the chameleon;
The Whig shall at resistance spurn,
Whose very essence is rebellion.
III.
'Twas Harcourt's speech which taught the turn to use,
“That Tories cause the mischiefs they accuse.”
Thus Appius blind could Rome's great senate guide:
But Roman Appius never changed his side.
We need not silver tongues to show
The dear-bought blessings which we know.
“Dear-bought” the blessings needs must be
With seven-years' Commons and South Sea!
May gracious Heaven more mercy to us show
Than these its rods and scourges here below!
Grant us at last that happy state to see
Where, without discord, all is harmony!
