The constant subject of your free command.
Had I no airy thoughts, sure you would teach
Me higher than my own dull sphere to reach:
And, by reflex, instruct me to appear
Something (though coarse and plain) fit for your wear.
Know, best of friends, however wild report
May justly say, I am unapt to sort
With your opinion or society
50(Which truth would shame me, did I it deny),
There 's something in me says, I dare make good,