The charm of friendship and the feast of sense:
Yours is the bliss, and Heav’n no dearer sends,
To call the wisest, brightest, best your friends.
And while to these I raise the votive line,
O let me grateful own these friends are mine:
With Carter trace the wit to Athens known,
Or view in Montagu that wit our own,
Or mark, well pleased Chapone’s instructive page
Intent to raise the morals of the age;
Or boast, in Walsingham, the various power