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No knave but boldly will pretend
The requisites that form a friend,

A real and a sound one;
Nor any fool, he would deceive,
But prove as ready to believe,

And dream that he had found one.
Candid, and generous, and just,
Boys care but little whom they trust,

An error 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 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

Reciprocated duties.

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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.
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.
In vain the talkative unite
In hopes of permanent delight-

The secret just committed,
Forgetting its 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,

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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 dissention.
A friendship, that in frequent fits
Of controversial rage emits

The sparks of disputation,
Like hand in hand insurance plates,
Most unavoidably creates

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 deviation's 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 hetrogeneous 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,
To prove at last my main intent
Needs no expense of argument,

No cutting and contriving-
Seeking a real friend we seem
T' adopt the chemist's golden dream,

With still less hopes 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
Our friends defect long hid from sight,

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 friends should be sincere and just,

That constancy befits them,
Are observations on the case,
That savour much of common-place,

And all the world admits them.
But 'tis not timber, lead, and stone,
An architect requires alone,

To finish a fine building-
The palace were but half complete,
If he could possibly forget

The carving and the gilding.
The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
And proves by thumps upon your back

How he esteems your merit,
Is such a friend, that one had need
Be very much his friend indeed,

To pardon or to bear it.
As similarity of mind,
Or something not to be defin'd,

First fixes our attention;
So manners decent and polite,
The same we practis'd at first sight,

Must save it from declension.
Some act upon this prudent plan,
Say little and hear all you can.”

Safe policy, but hateful-
So barren sands imbibe the show'r,
But render neither fruit or flow'r,

Unpleasant and ungrateful.
The man I trust, if shy to me,
Shall find me as resery'd as he;

No subterfuge or pleading Shall win my confidence again; I will by no means entertain

A spy on my proceeding.

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