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 servant 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.