Would but indulgent Fortune send To me a kind, and faithful Friend, One who to Virtue's Laws is true, And does her nicest Rules pursue; One Pious, Lib'ral, Just and Brave, And to his Passions not a Slave; Who full of Honour, void of Pride, Will freely praise, and freely chide; But not indulge the smallest Fault, Nor entertain one slighting Thought: Who still the same will ever prove, Will still instruct ans still will love: In whom I safely may confide, And with him all my Cares divide: Who has a large capacious Mind, Join'd with a Knowledge unconfin'd: A Reason bright, a Judgement true, A Wit both quick, and solid too: Who can of all things talk with Ease, And whose Converse will ever please: Who charm'd with Wit, and inward Graces, Despises Fools with tempting Faces; And still a beauteous Mind does prize Above the most enchanting Eyes: I would not envy Queens their State, Nor once desire a happier Fate.