Avaunt All Specious Pliancy Of Mind In Men Of Low Degree, All Smooth Pretense! I Better Like A Blunt Indifference, And Self-Respecting Slowness, Disinclined To Win Me At First Sight: And Be There Joined Patience And Temperance With This High Reserve, Honour That Knows The Path And Will Not Swerve; Affections, Which, If Put To Proof, Are Kind; And Piety Towards God. Such Men Of Old Were England'S Native Growth; And, Throughout Spain (Thanks To High God) Forests Of Such Remain: Then For That Country Let Our Hopes Be Bold; For Matched With These Shall Policy Prove Vain, Her Arts, Her Strength, Her Iron, And Her Gold.