Decreed that whofoever should offend Against the well-known duties of a friend, Oh, happy Britain! we have not to fear Such hard and arbitrary measure here; Elfe, could a law like that which I relate Once have the fanction of our triple state, Some few, that I have known in days of old, Would run moft dreadful risk of catching cold; While you, my friend, whatever wind should blow, Might traverfe England fafely to and fro, An honeft man, clofe-button'd to the chin, Broad-cloth without, and a warm heart within. |