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By Mr Doddington Afterwards Lord Melcombe	A
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Qu censet amiculus ut si	B
C cus iter monstrare velit	C
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Though strength of genius by experience taught	C
Gives thee to sound the depths of human thought	C
To trace the various workings of the mind	C
And rule the secret springs that rule mankind	C
Rare gift yet Walpole wilt thou condescend	C
To listen if thy unexperienc'd friend	C
Can aught of use impart though void of skill	E
And win attention by sincere good will	E
For friendship sometimes want of parts supplies	F
The heart may furnish what the head denies	F
As when the rapid Rhone o'er swelling tides	G
To grace old ocean's court in triumph rides	G
Tho' rich his source he drains a thousand springs	H
Nor scorns the tribute each small rivulet brings	H
So thou shalt hence absorb each feeble ray	D
Each dawn of meaning in thy brighter day	D
Shalt like or where thou canst not like excuse	I
Since no mean interest shall profane the muse	J
No malice wrapt in truth's disguise offend	C
Nor flattery taint the freedom of the friend	C
When first a generous mind surveys the great	C
And views the crowds that on their fortune wait	C
Pleas'd with the show though little understood	C
He only seeks the power to do the good	C
Thinks till he tries 'tis godlike to dispose	K
And gratitude still springs where bounty sows	K
That every grant sincere affection wins	L
And where our wants have end our love begins	L
But those who long the paths of state have trod	C
Learn from the clamours of the murmuring crowd	C
Which cramm'd yet craving still their gates besiege	M
'Tis easier far to give than to oblige	N
This of thy conduct seems the nicest part	C
The chief perfection of the statesman's art	C
To give to fair assent a fairer face	O
Or soften a refusal into grace	O
But few there are that can be truly kind	C
Or know to fix their favours on the mind	C
Hence some whene'er they would oblige offend	C
And while they make the fortune lose the friend	C
Still give unthank'd still squander not bestow	C
For great men want not what to give but how	P
The race of men that follow courts 'tis true	D
Think all they get and more than all their due	D
Still ask but ne'er consult their own deserts	Q
And measure by their interest not their parts	R
From this mistake so many men we see	B
But ill become the thing they wish'd to be	B
Hence discontent and fresh demands arise	F
More power more favour in the great man's eyes	F
All feel a want though none the cause suspects	S
But hate their patron for their own defects	S
Such none can please but who reforms their hearts	R
And when he gives them places gives them parts	R
As these o'erprize their worth so sure the great	C
May sell their favour at too dear a rate	C
When merit pines while clamour is preferr'd	C
And long attachment waits among the herd	C
When no distinction where distinction 's due	D
Marks from the many the superior few	D
When strong cabal constrains them to be just	C
And makes them give at last because they must	C
What hopes that men of real worth should prize	F
What neither friendship gives nor merit buys	F
The man who justly o'er the whole presides	G
His well weigh'd choice with wise affection guides	G
Knows when to stop with grace and when advance	T
Nor gives through importunity or chance	T
But thinks how little gratitude is ow'd	C
When favours are extorted not bestow'd	C
When safe on shore ourselves we see the crowd	C
Surround the great importunate and loud	C
Through such a tumult 'tis no easy task	U
To drive the man of real worth to ask	U
Surrounded thus and giddy with the show	C
'Tis hard for great men rightly to bestow	C
From hence so few are skill'd in either case	O
To ask with dignity or give with grace	O
Sometimes the great seduc'd by love of parts	R
Consult our genius and neglect our hearts	R
Pleas'd with the glittering sparks that genius flings	H
They lift us towering on their eagle's wings	H
Mark out the flights by which themselves begun	V
And teach our dazzled eyes to bear the sun	V
Till we forget the hand that made us great	C
And grow to envy not to emulate	C
To emulate a generous warmth implies	F
To reach the virtues that make great men rise	F
But envy wears a mean malignant face	O
And aims not at their virtues but their place	O
Such to oblige how vain is the pretence	O
When every favour is a fresh offence	O
By which superior power is still implied	C
And while it helps their fortune hurts their pride	C
Slight is the hate neglect or hardships breed	C
But those who hate from envy hate indeed	C
Since so perplex'd the choice whom shall we trust	C
Methinks I hear thee cry The brave and just	C
The man by no mean fears or hopes controll'd	C
Who serves thee from affection not for gold	C
We love the honest and esteem the brave	W
Despise the coxcomb but detest the knave	W
No show of parts the truly wise seduce	O
To think that knaves can be of real use	O
The man who contradicts the public voice	O
And strives to dignify a worthless choice	O
Attempts a task that on that choice reflects	O
And lends us light to point out new defects	O
One worthless man that gains what he pretends	O
Disgusts a thousand unpretending friends	O
And since no art can make a counterpass	O
Or add the weight of gold to mimic brass	O
When princes to bad ore their image join	X
They more debase the stamp than raise the coin	X
Be thine the care true merit to reward	C
And gain the good nor will that task be hard	C
Souls form'd alike so quick by nature blend	C
An honest man is more than half thy friend	C
Him no mean views or haste to rise shall sway	D
Thy choice to sully or thy trust betray	D
Ambition here shall at due distance stand	C
Nor is wit dangerous in an honest hand	C
Besides if failings at the bottom lie	Y
We view those failings with a lover's eye	Y
Though small his genius let him do his best	C
Our wishes and belief supply the rest	C
Let others barter servile faith for gold	C
His friendship is not to be bought or sold	C
Fierce opposition he unmov'd shall face	O
Modest in favour daring in disgrace	O
To share thy adverse fate alone pretend	C
In power a servant out of power a friend	C
Here pour thy favours in an ample flood	C
Indulge thy boundless thirst of doing good	C
Nor think that good to him alone confin'd	C
Such to oblige is to oblige mankind	C
If thus thy mighty master's steps thou trace	O
The brave to cherish and the good to grace	O
Long shalt thou stand from rage and faction free	B
And teach us long to love the king through thee	B
Or fall a victim dangerous to the foe	C
And make him tremble when he strikes the blow	C
While honour gratitude affection join	X
To deck thy close and brighten thy decline	Z
Illustrious doom the great when this displac'd	C
With friendship guarded and with virtue grac'd	C
In awful ruin like Rome's senate fall	A2
The prey and worship of the wondering Gaul	A2
No doubt to genius some reward is due	D
Excluding that were satirizing you	D
But yet believe thy undesigning friend	C
When truth and genius for thy choice contend	C
Tho' both have weight when in the balance cast	C
Let probity be first and parts the last	C
On these foundations if thou dar'st be great	C
And check the growth of folly and deceit	C
When party rage shall droop thro' length of days	O
And calumny be ripen'd into praise	O
Then future times shall to thy worth allow	P
That fame which envy would call flattery now	P
Thus far my zeal though for the task unfit	C
Has pointed out the rocks where others split	C
By that inspir'd though stranger to the Nine	Z
And negligent of any fame but thine	Z
I take the friendly but superfluous part	C
You act from nature what I teach from art	C

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