SINCERITY
.
A
Poem
.
Occasion'd
by
a
Friend's
resenting
some
Advice
I
gave
.
I
Sincerity
,
what
are
thy
Views
;
No
more
my
Breast
attend
.
By
thee
,
alas
!
we
often
lose
,
But
seldom
gain
a
Friend
.
II
No
more
with
dang'rous
Zeal
presume
To
warn
whom
you
esteem
:
Be
wise
,
or
I
foresee
your
Doom
;
Impertinence
you'll
seem
.
III
A
thousand
Ills
from
thee
I've
found
;
A
thousand
more
I
fear
.
In
Worlds
like
this
,
should
you
abound
?
What
Bus'ness
have
you
here
?
IV
But
if
you
still
must
haunt
my
Breast
,
To
Desarts
we'll
repair
;
Or
seek
the
Mansions
of
the
Blest
;
They
know
your
Value
there
.