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ELUDED mortals, whom the great Choose for companions tête-à-tête; Who at their dinners, en famille, Get leave to sit whene'er you will; Then boasting tell us where you din'd, And how his lordship was so kind; How many pleasant things he spoke; And how you laugh'd at every joke: Swear he's a most facetious man; That you and he are cup and can: You travel with a heavy load, And quite mistake preferment's road. Suppose my lord and you alone; Hint the least interest of your own, His visage drops, he knits his brow, He cannot talk of business now: Or, mention but a vacant post, He'll turn it off with "Name your toast:". VIII.