But far from shirking you as a disgrace,
Thankful I am to live to see your face.
Nor will I e’er disown you, or take pride
To think how long I might your visit hide.
I’ll do my best to make you well respected,
And fear not for your sake to be neglected.
Now you have come, and, through all kinds of weather
We’re doomed from this time forth to jog together,
I’d fain make compact with you, firm and strong,
On terms of give and take, to hold out long.