SONNET
I.
O*
,
whom
virtue
makes
the
worthy
heir
Of
**'s
titles
,
and
of
*'s
estate
,
Blest
in
a
wife
,
whose
beauty
,
though
so
rare
,
Is
the
least
grace
of
all
that
round
her
wait
,
While
other
youths
,
sprung
from
the
good
and
great
,
In
devious
paths
of
pleasure
seek
their
bane
,
Reckless
of
wisdom's
lore
,
of
birth
,
or
state
,
Meanly
debauch'd
,
or
insolently
vain
;
Through
Virtue's
sacred
gate
to
Honour's
fane
You
and
your
fair
associate
ceaseless
climb
With
glorious
emulation
,
sure
to
gain
A
meed
,
shall
last
beyond
the
reign
of
Time
:
From
your
example
long
may
Britain
see
,
Degenerate
Britain
,
what
the
great
should
be
.