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Rh Without regarding private ends, Spent all his credit for his friends: And only chose the wise and good; No flatterers; no allies in blood: But succour'd virtue in distress, And seldom fail'd of good success; As numbers in their hearts must own, Who, but for him, had been unknown. "With princes kept a due decorum; But never stood in awe before 'em. He followed David's lesson just; In princes never put thy trust: And, would you make him truly sour, Provoke him with a slave in power. The Irish senate if you nam'd, With what impatience he declaim'd! Fair was all his cry; For her he stood prepar'd to die; For her he boldly stood alone; For her he oft' exposed his own. Two kingdoms, just as faction led, Had set a price upon his head; Rh