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OF TEMPER.
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With foreign shrugs his country he regards,
And her lean tongue with foreign words he lards;
While Gallic graces, who correct his style,
Forbid his mirth to pass beyond a smile.
As the nice workman in the wooden trade
Hides his coarse ground, with finest woods o'erlaid,
Thus our young lord, with fashion's phrase refin'd,
Fineer'd the mean interior of his mind:
And hence, in courtesy's mild lustre seen,
His spirit shone as graceful as his mien,
The artless fair, on fashion's kind report,
Thought him the mirror of a matchless court:
Much she his dress, his language much observes,
Whole finer accents prove his feeling nerves,
Her fancy now the destin'd lover spies,
But her free heart abjures the quick surmise;
Yet as he spoke, at every flattering word
The vision's promise to her thought recurr'd.
Far more parental pride contrives to blind
The good Sir Gilbert's more experienc'd mind,