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Dear fellow-artist, why so free

With every sort of company,

With every Jack and Jill?

Choose your companions from the best;

Who draws a bucket with the rest

Soon topples down the hill.



You may, that mirror for a school,

Be passionate, not bountiful

As common beauties may,

Who were not born to keep in trim

With old Ezekiel's cherubim

But those of Beauvarlet.



I know what wages beauty gives,

How hard a life her setvant lives,

Yet praise the winters gone:

There is not a fool can call me friend,

And I may dine at journey's end

With Landor and with Donne.

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