Sir John, like others, knew ’twas merely spite:
With all their hustlings, hoaxings, and grimaces,
They only bellow’d for a change of places.
Patriots, no doubt a useful appellation,
A treacherous Figure to mislead a Nation,—
My Lord, Sir John, a Commoner, his Grace,
Are flaming Patriots—if out of Place;
No doubt ’tis useful in some way, or other,
And serves one wily Rogue to oust his Brother.
Sir John and Lady Newcome now agree