Classic Poem

To the Memory of my Dear Friend, Mr. Charles Morwent: A Pindarique - Part 24

Yet could not this an Haughtiness beget,
Or thee above the common Level set.
Pride, whose Alloy does best Endowments mar,
(As things most lofty smaller still appear)
With thee did no Alliance bear.
Low Merits oft are by too high Esteem bely'd,
Whose owners lessen while they raise their Price;
Thine were above the very Guilt of Pride,
Above all others, and thy own Hyperbole :
In thee the wid'st Extreams were joyn'd
The loftiest, and the lowliest Mind.
Thus tho some part of Heav'ns vast Round
Appear but low, and seem to touch the Ground.
Yet 'tis well known almost to bound the Spheres,
'Tis truly held to be above the Stars.English