A friend of mine,
And one that's worthy to be thine:
A Civil _Swain_, that knows his times
For business, and that done makes Rhymes;
But not till then: my Friend's a man
Lov'd by the Muses; dear to _Pan_:
He blest him with a chearful heart:
And they with this sharp wit and Art,
Which he so tempers, as no _Swain_,
That's loyal, does or mould complain.