They spake not thus,—(their patron here)
When they were proud to break his bread,
To watch his faintest smile, and fear
His latent frown; they did not speak
Of vices, follies, meanness: then
A crime in him, had been, "the freak
Of youth," and "worthiest he, of men!"
Off with those garbs of woe, false friends!
Those sadden'd visages, all feign'd!
Or have ye yet, some golden ends