Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.

What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.

To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.

In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost; contracted all, retiring to the breast; but strength of mind is exercise, not rest.

The light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.

Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well.

I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.