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.”