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But every virtue of the soul
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 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 possessed,
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.
And are indeed a bog, that bears
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 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
And having made election,
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.
The noblest Friendship ever shown
Though some have turned and turned it;
Have not, it seems, discerned it.
O Friendship! if my soul forego
To mortify and grieve me,
Or may my friend deceive me!