Caress’d in the Countries he passes the year in!
Nor would I like him from my Friends fly away:
Wherever I’m courted I constantly stay,
To Spain, France, or Flanders extending my Care,
And England! in spite of my Enemies there. 60
With its monarch of old I was social and free,
And the Present must die—that’s some Comfort to me.
Believe me, my Brethren—for when I advise
I always speak Truth, tho’ the Father of Lies—
’Tis a foolish Mistake to imagine Mankind