On Good Humour
WRITTEN AT EATON SCHOOL , 1729.
Tell me ye Sons of Phœbus! what is this
Which all admire but few, too few, possess?
A virtue it is to ancient maids unknown,
And prudes who spy all faults except their own,
Lov'd and defended by the brave and wise,
Tho' knaves abuse it and like fools despise.
Say Wyndham! if it is possible to tell,
What is the thing in which you most excel?
Hard is the question, for in all you please;
Yet sure good nature is your noblest praise:
Secur'd by this your parts no envy move,
For none can envy him whom all must love.
This magick pow'r can make ev'n folly please;
This to Pitt's genius adds a brighter grace,
And sweetens ev'ry charm in Cælia's face.
Tell me ye Sons of Phœbus! what is this
Which all admire but few, too few, possess?
A virtue it is to ancient maids unknown,
And prudes who spy all faults except their own,
Lov'd and defended by the brave and wise,
Tho' knaves abuse it and like fools despise.
Say Wyndham! if it is possible to tell,
What is the thing in which you most excel?
Hard is the question, for in all you please;
Yet sure good nature is your noblest praise:
Secur'd by this your parts no envy move,
For none can envy him whom all must love.
This magick pow'r can make ev'n folly please;
This to Pitt's genius adds a brighter grace,
And sweetens ev'ry charm in Cælia's face.
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