No deed of mine shall shame thee, gentle name.

[VII.]

If from my lips some angry accents fell,

Peevish complaint, or harsh reproof unkind,

'Twas but the error of a sickly mind

And troubled thoughts, clouding the purer well,

And waters clear, of Reason; and for me

Let this my verse the poor atonement be—

My verse, which thou to praise wert ever inclined

Too highly, and with a partial eye to see