Give him, I beg, no labor'd lays,
He will but promise if you praise,
And laugh if you abuse him.
"Then (but there's a vast space betwixt)
The new-made E[arl] of B[ath] comes next,
Stiff in his popular pride:
His step, his gait describe the man,
They paint him better than I can,
Wabbling from side to side.
"Each hour a different face he wears,
Now in a fury, now in tears,
Now laughing, now in sorrow,
Now he'll command, and now obey,
Bellows for liberty to-day,
And roars for power to-morrow.
"At noon the Tories had him tight,
With staunchest Whigs he supped at night,
Each party thought to have won him:
But he himself did so divide,
Shuffled and cut from side to side,
That now both parties shun him.
"More changes, better times this isle
Demands, oh! Chesterfield, Argyll,
To bleeding Britain bring 'em;
Unite all hearts, appease each storm,
'Tis yours such actions to perform,
My pride shall be to sing 'em."
Affairs in Holland again compelled him to seek that Court, and it is thence that he was summoned to Ireland in 1744. "Make Chenevix an Irish Bishop," he had written. "We cannot," was the reply, "but any other condition." "Then make
