Classic Poem

Of manners gentle, yet a friend to truth,
With age not peevish, nor yet vain in youth:
Brave, yet humane, and blameless tho' severe;
His speech was open, and his heart sincere:
In courts unbrib'd, not factious tho' retir'd;
Most lov'd the Soldier, more the Man admir'd.
A Queen his Mistress, and his Friend, Mankind;
His Fortunes! — to yon little spot confin'd.
Such once was Hill — and various tho' his lot,
The same Companion, favour'd, or forgot.