All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.
The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
Good counsel rejected returns to enrich the givers bosom.
He watched and wept and prayed and felt for all
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
Modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enriched with nobler virtues.