To the Right Honble Charles Townsend,
reminding him of his promise
to serve Capt. Schomberg
If true that as the Wit is great,
The Mem'ry's in proportion small;
Ask him, or her, the first you meet,
They'll swear that you have none at all.
This fact premis'd-- shall I once doubt.
Again to urge my former suit;
A Thousand Grains are blown about,
For one that happily takes root.
Imagination like the wind,
Lets not the seeds of kindness rest,
But tho' they're scattere'd from your mind,
They fall and settle in your breast.
To humbler Tasks your heart will bend,
To feel neglected Worth Submit,
And there will Schomberg find a Friend,
Benevolent in Spite of Wit.