The Political Magnet

Lodg'd in the northern pole, the wise Affirm a potent loadstone lies, Of universal sway: So, in the world of politicks, B—, the great magnet, there they fix, Whose influence all obey.

Why then, ye grumblers, do you snarl To see your patriot made an earl; And rais'd o'er sin and shame? C—'s unalterable soul, True as the needle to the pole, Is evermore the same.

What, tho' he veer'd from side to side, 'Twixt popularity and pride, Unsettled in his notions; Ev'n so the needle quiv'ring plays, And eastward oft, and westward strays, Tho' constant in its motions.

See and confess its genuine worth, When, plainly pointing to the North, Its wav'ring all is o'er: Thus to the pole of politicks At length, lo, P—, in C—sticks, And veers about no more.