The looks and tones that win the friend,           

             That kindness, nature, truth, attend,           

                        

             Are yours, and must be with you still,           

             Angelic guards, go where they will,           

             To ward off much surrounding ill,           

             And happiest destinies fulfil.           

                        

            

            

       XVIII.     

 Written jointly with a particular Friend, after a conversation similar to the subject, with the Damon of the Story.     

             Believing love was all a bubble,           

             And wooing but a needless trouble,           

             Damon grew fond of posied rings,           

             And many such romantic things;           

             But whether it were Fortune's spite,           

             That study wound his brain too tight,           

             Or that his fancy play'd him tricks,           

             He could not on the lady fix.           

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