Such were the lively eyes and rosy hue <br />Of Robin's face, when Robin first I knew; <br />The gay companion and the fav'rite guest; <br />Lov'd without awe, and without views caress'd; <br />His cheerful smile, and open honest look, <br />Added new graces to the truth he spoke. <br />Then ev'ry man found something to commend, <br />The pleasant neighbour and the worthy friend; <br />The gen'rous master of a private house, <br />The tender father and indulgent spouse. <br />The hardest censors at the worst believ'd, <br />His temper was too easily deceiv'd <br />(A consequential ill good-nature draws, <br />A bad effect, but from a noble cause). <br />Whence, then, these clamours of a judging crowd? <br />Suspicious, griping, insolent, and proud -- <br />Rapacious, cruel, violent, unjust; <br />False to his friend, and traitor to his trust?<br /><br />Lady Mary Wortley Montagu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-seeing-a-portrait-of-sir-robert-walpole/
