Let Others speak your Titles, and your Blood; br Accept from Me the glorious Name of Good. br This Honour only from fair Virtue springs, br Ennobles Slaves, adds Dignity to Kings. br br O Born to shew Nobility design'd br Not to insult, but to protect Mankind! br Well you discern to spare, or to bestow; br Nor waste in Riot, what to Worth you owe. br Judgment your Bounty guides; and all agree, br 'Tis Praise, 'tis Glory, to receive from Thee. br Gen'rous thy Gifts; but more thy matchless Art, br To spare the Blush, and doubly bind the Heart. br br Tho' Fortune place me in a distant Scene; br And Mountains rise, and Oceans roll between; br O'er Mountains, Oceans, Gratitude conveys br The good Man's Act, and wide extends his Praise. br Strange! that your Judgment errs in this alone; br Barber you bless, yet hope your Gifts unknown. br 'Tis Hers to bring each lovely Deed to Light, br And force unwilling Virtue to the Sight: br 'Tis Hers, and 'tis Her Muse's greatest Pride, br A Favour never to forget, or hide. br br Illustrious Youth! and let me style you Friend, br O look with Candor on the Lines I send! br Warm from the Heart my artless Numbers fall; br Nor wait Correctness, when your Virtues call. br Here, bless'd with all that human Life requires, br Superior to vain Fears, or low Desires; br In chearful Solitude, in studious Ease; br Careful my Conscience, and my God, to please; br I think on Thee, when Want, or Worth, implore; br And unrepining share my little Store. br So Stars attend the beauteous Queen of Night; br And faintly shine, not emulate her Light.