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No knave but boldly will pretend
A real and a sound one;
And dream that he had found one.
An error soon corrected-
when smoothest he appears,
And taken trash for treasure,
A mere Utopian pleasure,
Nor is it wise complaining,
We sought without attaining.
Or mean self-love erected; Nor such as may a while subsist, Between the sot and sensualist,
For vicious ends connected. Who seek a friend should come dispos’d, T exhibit in full bloom disclos'd
The graces 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.
And must be made the basis ;
All shining in their places.
By ceaseless sharp corrosion;
At one immense explosion.
The secret just committed,
And by themselves outwitted.
If envy chance to creep in;
But not a friend worth keeping.
On good that seems approaching : And, if success his steps attend, Discerns a rival in a friend,
And hates him for encroaching,
Hence authors of illustrious name,
Are sadly prone to quarrel,
And pluck each other's laurel.
With friendship's finest feeling, Will thrust a dagger at your breast, And say he wounded you in jest,
By way of balm for healing. Whoever keeps an open ear For tattlers will be sure to hear
The trumpet of contention;
And rush into dissention.
The sparks of disputation,
The thoughts of conflagration. Some fickle creatures boast a soul True as a needle to the pole,
Their humour yet so various They manifest their whole life through The needle's deviations too,
Their love is so precarions.
Plebeians must surrender
Obscurity with splendour.
Some are so placid and serene
They sleep secure from waking ;
Unmov'd and without quaking.
Without an effervescence.
A friendly coalescence.
But friends that chance to differ On points, which God has left at large, How freely will they meet and charge!
No combatants are stiffer, To prove at last
main intent Needs no expense of argument,
No cutting and contriving-
With still less hopes of thriving. Sometimes the fault is all our own, Some blemish in due time made known
By trespass or omission;
And even from suspicion.
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.
To finish a fine buildingThe palace were but half
complete, If he could possibly forget
The carving and the gilding. The man that hails
Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back
How he esteems your merit,
To pardon or to bear it.
First fixes our attention;
Must save it from declension.
Safe policy, but hateful-
Unpleasant and ungrateful.
No subterfuge or pleading Shall win my confidence again; I will by no means entertain
A spy on my proceeding.