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My breath is as sweet as the breath of blown roses,
There is nothing but snivelling and blowing of noses,
Then lifting his lid in a delicate way,
And opening his mouth with a smile quite engaging, The box in reply was heard plainly to say,
What a silly dispute is this we are waging!
If you have a little of merit to claim,
You may thank the sweet-smelling Virginian weed; And I, if I seem to deserve any blame,
The before-mentioned drug in apology plead.
Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own,
We are vehicles, not of tobacco alone,
Close by the threshold of a door nailed fast
Three kittens sat; each kitten looked aghast;
I passing swift and inattentive by,
At the three kittens cast a careless eye,
Not much concerned to know what they did there,
Not deeming kittens worth a poet's care.
But presently a loud and furious hiss
Caused me to stop and to exclaim, "What's this?"
When lo! upon the threshold met my view,
With head erect, and eyes of fiery hue,
A viper, long as Count de Grasse's queue.
Forth from his head his forked tongue he throws,
Darting it full against a kitten's nose,
Who having never seen, in field or house,
The like, sat still and silent as a mouse;
Only projecting with attention due,
Her whiskered face, she asked him, "Who are you?'
On to the hall went I, with pace not slow,
But swift as lightning, for a long Dutch hoe,
With which well armed I hastened to the spot,
To find the viper,—but I found him not;
And turning up the leaves, and shrubs around,
Found only, that he was not to be found.
But still the kittens, sitting as before,
Sat watching close the bottom of the door.
"I hope," said I, "the villain I would kill
Has slipped between the door and the door sill;
And if I make despatch and follow hard,
No doubt but I shall find him in the yard ;"
For long ere now it should have been rehearsed,
'Twas in the garden that I found him first.
Even there I found him, there the full-grown cat
His head, with velvet paw, did gently pat,
As curious as the kittens erst had been
To learn what this phenomenon might mean,
Filled with heroic ardour at the sight,
And fearing every moment he would bite,
And rob our household of our only cat
That was of age to combat with a rat,
With outstretched hoe I slew him at the door,
And taught him Never To Come There No More.
Amicitia nisi inter bonos esse non potest.
What virtue can we name, or grace,
Will boast it their possession?
And dulness of discretion.
But as the gem of richest cost
So, always, imitation
The friend of long duration.
Some will pronounce me too severe,
Therefore that censure scorning,
And give the simple warning.
Youth, unadmonished by a guide,
An error soon corrected;
Is most to be suspected?
But here again a danger lies,
And taking trash for treasure,
A mere Utopian pleasure.
An acquisition rather rare
Nor should it seem distressful,
We sought it unsuccessful.
No friendship will abide the test
And mean self-love erected;
For vicious ends connected.
Who hopes a friend, should have a heart
And ready on occasion
A just reciprocation.
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
With hope of permanent delight;
The secret just committed They drop through mere desire to prate, Forgetting its important weight,
And by 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.
A man renowned for repartee
With friendship's finest feeling
By way of balm for healing.
Beware of tattlers; keep your ear
Fruits of their own invention;
Their sport is your dissension.
Friendship that wantonly admits
In brilliant altercation,
Danger of conflagration.
Some fickle creatures boast a soul
Yet shifting, like the weather,
Its variations rather.
Insensibility makes some
When most you need their pity;
Those playthings of the city.
The great and small but rarely meet
The attempt would scarce be madder,
Of an erected ladder.
Courtier and patriot cannot mix
Without an effervescence,
Like that, a coalescence.
Religion should extinguish strife,
But even those who differ
No combatants are stiffer.
To prove, alas ! my main intent,
No cutting and contriving;
With still less hope of thriving.
Then judge, or ere you choose your man, As circumspectly as you can,
And, having made election, See that no disrespect of yours, Such as a friend but ill endures,
Enfeeble his affection.
It is not timber, lead and stone,
To finish a great building;
The carving and the gilding.
As similarity of mind,
Or something not to be defined,
First rivets our attention;
Must save it from declension.
The man who hails you Tom or Jack,
His sense of your great merit,
Some friends make this their prudent plan"Say little, and hear all you can ;"
Safe policy, but hateful;
Unpleasant and ungrateful.
They whisper trivial things, and small:
Things serious, deem improper;
Just like the simmering copper.
These samples (for alas! at last
Of evils yet unmentioned ;)