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Seeking a real friend we seem
Sometimes the fault is all our own,
By trespass or omission;
And even from suspicion.
Then judge yourself, and prove your man As circumspectly as you can,
And baying made election, Beware no negligence of yours, i
Such as a friend but ill endures,
Enfeeble his affection.
That secrets are a sacred trust;
That friends should be sincere and jusr,
That constancy befits them;
And all.the world admits them.
But 'tis not timber, lead, and stone.
Tlie palace were blat half complete.
The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
How he esteems your merit;
To pardon or to bear it.
As similarity of mind,
Or something not to be defined.
First fixes our attention;
Must save it from declension.
Some act upon this prudent plan,
Safe policy, but hateful—
Unpleasant and ungrateful.
The man I trust', if shy to me,
Shall find me as reserved as he;
No subterfuge or pleading
I will by no means entertain
These samples—for alas! at last
Of evils yet uiimentioned—
Pursue the search, and you. will find.
To be at least expedient.
A principal ingredient.
The noblest Friendship ever shewn
Though some have turned and turned it 5
Have not, it seems, discerned it,
Oh Friendship! if'my soul forego
May I myself at last appear
Subjoined to the Yearly Bill of Mortality of the Parish of
.Anno Domini 1787.
Pallida Mcrt •tquo fulsat fede fttuperum tdiertut:,
Pile death with equal foot strikes wide the doer
While thirteen moons saw smoothly ran
All these, life's rambling journey done,
Was man (frail always) made more frail
Than in foregoing years?
That so much death appears?
No; these were vigorous as their sires.
Nor plague nor famine came; This annual tribute death requires.
And never wares hisclaim.
Like crowded forest-trees we stand.
And some are marked to fall; The axe will smite at God's command,
And soon shall smite us all.
Green as the bay-tree, ever green,
With its new foliage on, The gay, the thoughtless, I have seen—
I passed—and they were gone.
Read, ye that run, the solemn truth,
A worm is in the bud of youth,
No present health can health insure
For yet an hour to come;
Can always baulk the tomb.