But thou, a Stranger to this Peace of Mind,
Search where thou may’st conspicuous Merit find:
There strive to blacken with thy utmost Art,
And rail the more, the greater the Desert.
Is there a Man, an Honour to the Age,
Unsully’d by the keenest Party-rage;
By Vice untainted; who, from early Youth,
Firmly adher’d to Honour, Justice, Truth;
Whom no unruly Passions e’re cou’d blind,
Nor ruffle his Serenity of Mind;