Pour the crude trash of a dependent mind.
But let the Muse assign the man his due,
Worth he possess’d, nor were his virtues few: -
He sometimes help’d the injured in their cause;
His power and purse have back’d the failing laws;
He for religion has a due respect,
And all his serious notions, are correct;
Although he pray’d and languish’d for a son,
He grew resign’d when Heaven denied him one;
He never to this quiet mansion sends