Yet sure, there is whose honest Soul was made
Too grand a Being for the soothing Trade;
Whose Wit can neither flatter nor offend,
A gay Companion, yet a constant Friend;
Willing to please where Honesty may win,
Averse to Slander, tho' it was no Sin.
With native Manners as with Sense endu'd;
Not soft as  nor as  rude;
Not basely humble, yet a Foe to Pride:
Whose Tongue ne'er promis'd what his Heart deny'd.
Whose Satire charms, nor Mirth offends the Ear;
Tho' wife not froward, just but not severe;
Not sway'd by Int'rest, nor in Passion hurl'd:
But walks a calm Spectator through the World,
Whose Breast (where no unmanly Vapours grow)
Can feel Compassion for another's Woe;
Where Courage, Mercy, Justice, Candour lie,
That shine celestial in the speaking Eye.
This Man is great, whate'er be his Degree;
O bless him, Heav'n, if such a one there be:
May Life's best Comforts on his Days attend,
Blest in himself, and happy in his Friend:
Far from his Gate fly Poverty and Woe;
Let not a Sigh his quiet Mansion know:
But the fair Dome each roving Eye allure,
With Peace and Plenty smiling at the Door:
Let him soft Days and happy Ev'nings find,
And live still blest, and blessing all Mankind.