With half the danger as you walk’d along,
With rage and threat’ning but from half the throng.
This you might do, and not your fortune mend,
For where you lost a foe you gain’d a friend;
And to distress you, vex you, and expose,
Election-friends are worse than any foes;
The party-curse is with the canvass past,
But party-friendship, for jour grief, will last.
Friends of all kinds; the civil and the rude,
Who humbly wish, or boldly dare t’intrude: