Hush’d be each rude suggestion!—Well I know,
With a free hand your bounty you bestow,
And to these objects frequent comforts send;
But still they see not now their pitying friend.
A merchant, Emma, when his wealth he states,
Though rich, is faulty if he over-rates
His real store; and, gaining greater trust 310
For the deception, should we deem him just?
If in your singleness of heart you hide
No flaw or frailty, when your truth is tried,