Sophronia, all the World agree, br The Soul of Friendship dwells in Thee: br Let Envy other Gifts dispute, br Since here the Fury must be mute. br Without one vain, one venal View, br The Muse inscribes these Lines to you. br Tho' I thy Favour shall not share, br Thy Worth I'm destin'd to revere; br And in Sophronia must commend br The firm, disinterested Friend: br To Virtue I this Homage pay, br Rewarded, tho' you slight the Lay. br br Those who thy Favour once obtain, br Need not sollicit thee again; br Nor ever at Neglect repine: br Their Wishes and their Cares are thine: br Nor at the Grave thy Friendship ends; br But to Posterity descends.