Recall past times, bring back the days of old,
When the great Noble bore his honours bold,
And in the face of peril, when He dar'd
Things which his legal Bastard, if declar'd,
Might well discredit; faithful to his trust,
In the extremest points of Justice, Just,
Well-knowing All, and lov'd by All he knew,
True to his King, and to his Country true,
Honest at Court, above the baits of gain,
Plain in his dress, and in his manners plain,
Mod'rate in wealth, gen'rous but not profuse,
Well worthy riches, for he knew their use,
Possessing much, and yet deserving more,
Deserving those high honours, which he wore
With ease to all, and in return gain'd fame,
Which all men paid, because he did not claim,
When the grim War was plac'd in dread array,
Fierce as the Lion roaring for his prey,
Or Lioness of royal whelps foredone,
In Peace, as mild as the departing Sun,
A gen'ral blessing wheresoe'er he turn'd,
Patron of learning, nor himself unlearn'd,
Ever awake at Pity's tender call,
A Father of the Poor, a Friend to All,
Recall such times, and from the grave bring back
A Worth like this, my heart shall bend, or crack,
My stubborn pride give way, my tongue proclaim,
And ev'ry Muse conspire to swell his fame,
Till Envy shall to him that praise allow,
Which She cannot deny to TEMPLE now.