Has bow’d to Freeman, and has din’d with me;
Who, bred in foreign courts, and early known,
Has yet to learn the cunning of his own;
To titles born, yet heir to no estate,
And harder still, too honest to be great?
If such an one there be, well-bred, polite,
To him I’ll dedicate, for him I’ll write.
Peace to the rest—I can be no man’s slave;
I ask for nothing, tho’ I nothing have.
By fortune humbled, yet not sunk so low