To the Lady Dorothy Nevill

HERE is H ORACE his Life. I have ventured to draw him
As the Berrys, the Conways, the Montagus saw him:
Very kind to his friends, to the rest only so-so;
A Talker, Fine Gentleman, Wit, Virtuoso;
With — running through all his shain-Gothic gim-crackery —
A dash of Sevigne, Saint-Simon and Thackeray.

For errors of ignorance, haste, execution,
From You, his descendant, I ask absolution.
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