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To prove at last my main intent
No cutting and contriving-
With still less hope of thriving.
Sometimes the fault is all our own,
By trespass or omission;
And even from suspicion.
Then judge yourself, and prove your man As circumspectly as you can,
And having made election, Beware no negligence of yours, Such as a friend but ill endures,
Enfeeble his affection.
That secrets are a sacred trust,
That constancy befits them,
And all the world admits them.
But 'tis not timber, lead, and stone,
To finish a fine building;
The carving and the gilding.
The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
How he esteems your merit,
To pardon or to bear it.
As similarity of mind,
First fixes our attention;
Must save it from declension.
Some act upon this prudent plan,
Safe policy, but hateful-
Unpleasant and ungrateful.
The man I trust, if shy to me,
No subterfuge or pleading
A spy on my proceeding.
These samples for alas! at last
Of evils yet unmention'd-
Pursue the search, and you will find
To be at least expedient,
A principal ingredient.
The noblest friendship ever shown,
Though some have turn's and turn'd it;
Have not, it seems, discern'd it.
O Friendship! if my soul forego
To mortify and grieve me,
Or may my friend deceive me!
ODE TO PEACE.
Come, peace of mind, delightful guest! Return and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart: Nor riches I nor power pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view; We therefore need not part.
Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,
And pleasure's fatal wilės?
The banquet of thy smiles ?
The great, the gay, shall they partake The heaven that thou alone canst make?
And wilt thou quit the stream That murmurs through the dewy mead, The grove and the sequester'd shed,
To be a guest with them?
For thee I panted, thee I prized,
Whate'er I loved before ;
Farewell! we meet no more?