Avaunt all specious pliancy of mind
In men of low degree, all smooth pretence!
I better like a blunt indifference,
And self-respecting slowness, disinclined
To win me at first sight:--and be there joined
Patience and temperance with this high reserve,--
Honour that knows the path and will not swerve;
Affections, which, if put to proof, are kind;
And piety tow'rds God.--Such Men of old
Were England's native growth; and, throughout Spain
Forests of such do at this day remain;
Then for that Country let our hopes be bold;
For matched with these shall Policy prove vain,
Her arts, her strength, her iron, and her gold.

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