An Awkwardly-generous, blundering Thing,
Who stoops to a Beggar and stares on a King;
A Creature who makes no Distinction at all }
’Twixt a Speech in the Vestry and one in the Hall— }
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His Heart without Judgment, his Head without Rule
And, merely for want of Discretion, a Fool;
Whose Mind with a pitiful Tale is possess’d;
Who is every one’s Friend, yet is every one’s Jest;
Who blunders thro’ Life without forming a Plan,