But ask not, to what  Doctors I apply?
Sworn to no Master, of no Sect am I:
As drives the  storm, at any door I knock,
And house with Montagne now, or now with Lock.
Sometimes a  Patriot, active in debate,
Mix with the World, and battle for the State,
Free as young Lyttleton, her cause pursue,
Still true to Virtue,  and as warm as true:
Sometimes, with Aristippus, or St. Paul,
Indulge my Candor, and grow all to all;
Back to my  native Moderation slide,
And win my way by yielding to the tyde.