, farewel! — If, with thy virtues warm'd,
And not too fondly, or too rashly charm'd,
I strive the tributary dirge to pay,
And form the pinion to the hasty lay;
The feeble, but well-meaning flight excuse:
Perhaps hereafter some more gen'rous muse,
Touch'd with thy fate, with genius at command,
May snatch the pencil from the female hand;
And give the perfect portrait, bold and free,
In numbers such as , and worthy