Brave is the sight when as a champion tall
You challenge your meek friend's indecent spleen
Because his countrymen to him have been
In these late days no model wherewithal

The Muse might sing of them & singing call
The Heavens to witness that their hearts live green
Even as their fields are: Oh! your wit is keen.
Defending them they back you like a wall.

I am o'ermastered: I with modest stealth,
Admire your stand heroic, knowing you try
Strenuously with full conscience to resist
Those truths which arm the offended satirist
Who asks for virtue & they show him wealth:
Go: pass your camel through the needle's eye.