Thee partial heaven has bless'd, profusely kind,
With wit, with judgment, and a taste refin'd,
Thy fancy rich, and thy observance true,
The last still wakeful, and the first still new.
Rare blessings! and to few divided known,
But giv'n united to thyself alone.
Instruction are thy words, and lively truth,
The school of age, and the delight of youth.