Note 18 — POLITICAL.

"Of the Candidates John for thy favour of late, Among all who are noble, and wish to be great, Sure L—nsd—n, with reason may fairly complain, That his merits could never your confidence gain! The Moralists too, will confess with a tear, That Virtue performs but a Pilgrimage here! Else had L—nsd—n long since been possess'd of that pow'r Which England took from him, in splenetic hour. He was always a Friend to his Country's Cause, The prop of her Church, the support of her Laws; He ne'er with Republicans chose to accord, And his Foes never call'd him the Levelling Lord. He made the fam'd Peace of the year Eighty Three, A Peace, John, as good for himself, as for thee. In his speech he is open, and candid no doubt, For which side he espouses, no man can find out; Whether Whig, whether Tory, of High Church, or Low; You may puzzle your brains, but you never will know. As a proof that the Marquis is no Partizan, Let the world call six persons his Friends—if it can.[18] Great Jekyll, that man so renowned at the Bar, More witty than Fielding, more learned than Parr, Who punning despises, as L—nsd—n does place, Says, his Patron's pure mind, is as fair as his face, That his Bounty and Eloquence equally flow, To comfort the Weak, and to succour the Low. Yet this eloquent speaker, this statesman so just, No Sect will confide in, no Party will trust; And I speak it, alas! with reproach to mankind, To his Merits and Virtue, his Country is blind! And when full of honours and Years he shall die, Ungrateful Britannia, will not heave a sigh; Nay, perhaps with a sneer, she may scoffingly say, The Sun of my Glory, is faded away!![19]