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.
And write about it, Goddess, and about it!
I am satisfied to trifle away my time, rather than let it stick by me.
Our judgments, like our watches, none go just alike, yet each believes his own
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.