Candid, and generous, and just,

Boys care but little whom they trust, An errour soon corrected

For who but learns in riper years,

That man, when smoothest he appears, Is most to be suspected?

But here again a danger lies,
Lest, having misapplied our eyes,

And taken trash for treasure,
We should unwarily conclude
Friendship a false ideal good,
A mere Utopian pleasure.

An acquisition rather rare
Is yet no subject of despair;
Nor is it wise complaining,

If either on forbidden ground,
Or where it was not to be found,
We sought without attaining.

No friendship will abide the test,
That stands on sordid interest,
Or mean self-love erected;
Nor such as may awhile subsist,
Between the sot and sensualist,
For vicious ends connected.

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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
Reciprocated duties.

Mutual attention is implied,
And equal truth on either side,
And constantly supported;
'Tis senseless arrogance t' accuse
Another of sinister views,

Our own as much distorted.

But will sincerity suffice?
It is indeed above all price,

And must be made the basis;

But ev'ry virtue of the soul,

Must constitute the charming whole,

All shining in their places. il bod

A fretful temper will divide
The closest knot that may be tied,

By ceaseless sharp corrosion ;

A temper passionate and fierce
May suddenly your joys disperse
At one immense explosion.

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In vain the talkative unite

In hopes of permanent delight-
The secret just committed,
Forgetting it's important weight,

They drop through mere desire to prate,
And by themselves outwitted.

How bright soe'er the prospect seems,
All thoughts of friendship are but dreams,
If envy chance to creep in ;

An envious man, if you succeed,
May prove a dang'rous foe indeed,
But not a friend worth keeping.

As envy pines at good possess'd,
So jealousy looks forth distress'd
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,
Unless belied by common fame,
Are sadly prone to quarrel,
To deem the wit a friend displays
A tax upon their own just praise,
And pluck each other's laurel.

A man renown'd for repartee
Will seldom scruple to make free
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;
Aspersion is the babbler's trade,
To listen is to lend him aid,
And rush into dissension.

A friendship, that in frequent fits
Of controversial rage emits

The sparks of disputation,

Like hand in hand insurance plates,

Most unavoidably creates

The thought 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 precarious.

The great and small but rarely meet
On terms of amity complete,

Plebeians must surrender

And yield so much to noble folk,
It is combining fire with smoke,
Obscurity with splendour.

Some are so placid and serene
(As Irish bogs are always green)

They sleep secure from waking;
And are indeed a bog, that bears
Your unparticipated cares

Unmov'd and without quaking.

Courtier and patriot cannot mix
Their het'rogeneous politics

Without an effervescence,

Like that of salts with lemon juice, Which does not yet like that produce A friendly coalescence.

Religion should extinguish strife,
And make a calm of human life;

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.