Peace to the rest. I can be no man's slave;
I ask for nothing, tho' I nothing have.
By Fortune humbled, yet not sunk so low
To shame a friend, or fear to meet a foe.
Meanness, in ribbons or in rags, I hate;
And have not learnt to flatter, ev'n the Great.
Few friends I ask, and those who love me well;
What more remains, these artless lines shall tell.