His liberal hand shall in their stead
Place nettles circling round thy head,
Entwin'd with thistles fully blown,
To wear these honours all thy own!
"Next, round thy friend, and all in taste,
See every social virtue plac'd;
Fair Truth and modest Candour joined,—
Those softer emblems of the mind;
Faction expiring by his pen,
And Loyalty restor'd again;