But joy’d in theirs as in his own success,
His friends in honour to himself preferr’d,
And least of all in his own eyes appear’d.”
“Single his eye, transparently sincere,
His upright heart did in his words appear,
His cheerful heart did in his visage shine;
A man of true simplicity divine,
Not always as the serpent wise, yet love
Preserv’d him harmless as the gentle dove;
Or if into mistake through haste he fell,