Whom still affection taught me to defend,
And made me less a tyrant than a friend,
Though the harsh custom of our youthful band
Bade thee obey, and gave me to command,
and equally careful to remind him that they might in later years meet in the House of Lords,
Since chance has thrown us in the self-same sphere,
Since the same senate, nay, the same debate,
May one day claim our suffrage for the state.
The rest of the poem is an exhortation to the duke, whose “passive tutors, fearful to dispraise,” may
View ducal errors with indulgent eyes,