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Dear fellow-artist, why so free / With every sort of company, / With every Jack and Jill?
Choose your companions from the best; / Who draws a bucket with the rest / Soon topples down the hill.
You may, that mirror for a school, / Be passionate, not bountiful / As common beauties may, / Who were not born to keep in trim / With old Ezekiel's cherubim / But those of Beaujolet.
I know what wages beauty gives, / How hard a life her servant lives, / Yet praise the winters gone; / There is not a fool can call me friend, / And I may dine at journey's end / With Landor and with Donne.