To a Lady, Who Sent Back the Top of a Sweet-Briar Branch

While the way of the world is, to keep all the best,
And then, in due form, oblige friends , with the rest,
You, Madam, who would lend, ev'n trifles, a grace ,
Teach your meanings to borrow a smile , from your face;
And, polite, to your pain , when a present you send,
Give the thorn to yourself, and the rose to your friend.
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