As frighted patients, when they want a cure, Bid any price, and any pain endure: But when the doctor's remedies appear, The cure's too easy, and the price too dear: Great Portland near 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, Who could the doubtful oracle explain; The only Hushai, able to repel The dark designs of our Achitophel: Compared his master's courage to his sense, The ablest statesman, and the bravest prince; On his wise conduct we depended much, And liked him ne'er the worse for being Dutch: Nor was he valued more than he deserved, Freely he ventured, faithfully he served; In all King William's dangers he has shared, 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 master's and the world's 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. Schonbergh, the ablest soldier of his age, With great Nassau did in our cause engage; Both join'd for England's rescue and defence, The greatest captain and the greatest prince; With what applause his stories did we tell, Stories which Europe's volumes largely swell! We counted him an army in our aid, Where he commanded, no man was afraid; His actions with a constant conquest shine, From Villa Vitiosa to the Rhine; France, Flanders, Germany, his fame confess, And all the world was fond of him but us: Our turn first served, we grudged him the command, Witness the grateful temper of the land. We blame the King, that he relies too much, On Strangers, Germans, Hugonots, and Dutch; And seldom does his great affairs of state, To English counsellors communicate: The fact might very well be answer'd thus: He had so often been betray'd by us, He must have been a madman to rely, On English gentlemen's fidelity; For, laying other argument aside: This thought might mortify our English pride; That foreigners have faithfully obey'd him, And none but Englishmen have e'er betray'd him: They have our ships and merchants bought and sold, And barter'd English blood for foreign gold; First to the French they sold our Turkey fleet, And injured Talmarsh next at Cameret; The king himself is shelter'd from their snares, Not by his merits, but the crown he wears; Experience tells us 'tis the English way, Their benefactors always to betray.