But thou, tho’ gentlest of the gentle Kind,
Hast with the frankest heart the firmest Mind;
Tho’ with that firmness true Compassion lives,
And thy Heart murmurs at the Grief it gives.
Then, when I view thee so unmov’d tho’ mild,
Gentle yet just, my Judgment is beguil’d.
Oh! could I see thee angry and, when teiz’d,
Mov’d to resent—now sooth’d, and now displeas’d—
I should have hope; for, as thy Anger rose,
The Grief it caused thy Pity would compose. 40