Where taste and candour, wit and manners meet,
Bold without bombast, daring but discreet;
Correct with spirit, musical with sense,
Not apt to give, nor slow to take offence;
First to commend when others thoughts are shown,
But always last delighted with her own.
When this is done, let nature be your guide,
Rise in the spring, or in the river glide;
In every line consult her as you run,
And let her Naids roll the river on: