Do you the Levee of his Grace attend,
And (like most Poets) shou'd you want a Friend,
Make not his Worth the Measure of your Song;
But learn his Humour, and you can't be wrong:
Perhaps this Maxim may offend the wise;
But you must flatter, if you mean to rise:
Observe what Passions in his Bosom roll,
And watch the secret Motions of his Soul:
Mind what false Guard has left a Breach within,
For some choice Folly, or some darling Sin:
These you must hide — but draw his Virtues nigh,
Lest the rude Picture shock the gazing Eye.