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Nor such as may awhile subsist
For vicious ends connected.
Who seek a friend should come disposed
and the beauties That form the character he seeks, For ’tis a union that bespeaks
Mutual attention is implied,
And constantly supported;
Our own as much distorted.
But will sincerity suffice ?
And must be made the basis ;
All shining in their places.
A fretful temper will divide
By ceaseless sharp corrosion
At one immense explosion.
In vain the talkative unite
The secret just committed,
And by themselves outwitted.
How bright soe'er the prospect seems,
If envy chance to creep in ;
But not a friend worth keeping.
As envy pines at good possess'd,
On good that seems approaching;
And hates him for encroaching.
Hence authors of illustrious name,
Are sadly prone to quarrel,
And pluck each other's laurel.
A man renown'd for repartee
With friendship’s finest feeling,
Will thrust a dagger at your breast,
Whoever keeps an open ear
The trumpet of contention ;
And rush into dissension.
A friendship that in frequent fits
The thought of conflagration.
Some fickle creatures boast a soul
Their humour yet so various—
Their love is so precarious.
The great and small but rarely meet
Plebeians must surrender,
Obscurity with splendour.
Some are so placid and serene
They sleep secure from waking;
Unmoved and without quaking.
Courtier and patriot cannot mix
Without an effervescence,
A friendly coalescence.
Religion should extinguish strife,
But friends that chance to differ
No combatants are stiffer.
To prove at last
main intent Needs no expense of argument,
No cutting and contrivingSeeking a real friend, we seem To adopt the chemist's golden dream,
With still less hope of thriving.
Sometimes the fault is all our own, Some blemish in due time made known
By trespass or omission;
Sometimes occasion brings to light
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,
much his friend indeed