Classic Poem

The poet seeks in beauty's smile
The full reward of all his toil;
But not with smiles your favour ends,
Your smiles—your bounty too attends.
You bounty with such grace express,
The gift itself is valued less,
But for the giver valued more
Than all that fortune has in store.
You favours give with so much ease,
As makes ev'n obligation please,
Nor seem to think we thanks should pay,
But would remove the weight you lay:
Nor can you higher pleasure feel
Than when the instrument of weal.
Next to be able to bestow,
I'd to your goodness chuse to owe;
Your gift with joy, with pride, I'll wear,
For worth, like yours, makes bounty dear.