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As frost to the bud, and blight to the blossom, even such is self-interest to
friendship: For Confidence cannot dwell where Selfishness is porter at the gate If thou see thy friend to be selfish, thou canst not be sure of his honesty; And in seeking thine own weal, thou nast wronged the reliance of thy
friend. Flattery hideth her varnished face when Friendship sitteth at his board, And the door is shut upon suspicion, but candour is bid glad welcome For friendship abhorreth doubt, its life is in mutual trust, And perisheth, when artful praise proveth it is sought for a purpose. A man may be good to thee at times, and render thee mighty service, Whom yet thy secret soul could not desire as a friend; For the sum of life is in trifles, and though, in the weightier masses, A man refuse thee not his purse, nay, his all in thine utmost need, Yet, if thou canst not feel that his character agreeth with thine own, Thou never wilt call him friend, though thou render him a heart full of
gratitude. A coarse man grindeth harshly the finer feelings of his brother ; A common mind will soon depart from the dull companionship of
wisdom; A weak soul dareth not to follow in the track of vigour and decision; And the worldly regardeth with scorn the seeming foolishness of faith. A mountain is made up of atoms, and friendship of little matters, And if the atoms hold not together, the mountain is crumbled into dust.
COME, I will show thee a friend; I will paint one worthy of thy trust:
Thine heart shall not weary of him: thou shalt not secretly despise him.
ward, But riseth from small beginnings, and reacheth the height of thy esteem. He remembereth that thou art only man; he expecteth not great things
from thee; And his forbearance toward thee silently teacheth thee to be considerate
unto him. He despiseth not courtesy of manner, nor neglecteth the decencies of life : Nor mocket, the failings of others, nor is harsh in his censures before
thee; For so, how couldst thou tell, if he talketh not of thee in ridicule He withholdeth no secret from thee, and rejecteth not thine in turn; He shareth his joys with thee, and is glad to bear part in thy sorrows. Yet one thing, he loveth thee too well to show thee the corruptions of his
heart: For as an ill example strengtheneth the hands of the wicked, So to put forward thy guilt is a secret poison to thy friend : For the evil in his nature is comforted, and he warreth more weakly
against it, It he find that the friend whom he honoureth, is a man more sinful than
himself. I hear the communing of friends; ye speak out the fulness of your souls, And being but men, as men, ye own to all the sympathies of man
hood : (28) Confidence openeth the lips, indulgence beameth from the eye, The tongue loveth not boasting, the heart is made glad with kindness : Ani one standeth not as on a hill, beckoning to the other to follow,
toil up hand in hand, and carry each other's burdens. tek Ye commurie of hopes and aspirations, the fervent breatnings of the
heart, Ye speak with pleasant interchange the treasured secrets of affection, Ye listen to the voice of complaint, and whisper the language of comfort, And as in a double solicude, ye think in each other's hearing.
Choose thy friend discreetly, and see thou consider his station,
For the graduated scale of ranks accordeth with the ordinance of heaven: If a low companion ripen to a friend, in the full sunshine of thy con
fidence, Know, that for old age thou hast heaped up sorrow : For thou sinkest to that level, and thv kin shall scorn thee, Yea, and the menial thou hast pampered haply snall neglect thee in thy
death : And if thou reachest up to high estates, thinking to herd with princes, What art thou but a footstool, though so near a throne ? O rush
among the lilies, be taught thou art a weed, O briar among the cedars, hot contempt shall burn thee. But thou, friend and scholar, select from thine own caste, And make not an intimate of one, thy servant or thy master ; For only friendship among men is the true republic, Where all have equality of service, and all have freedom of command. And yet, if thou wilt take my judgment, be shy of too much openness
Lest thou repent hereafter, should he turn and rend thee :
ABSENCE strengtheneth friendship, where the last recollections were
kindly ;) But it must be good wine at the last, or absence shall weaken it daily A rare thing is faith, and friendship is a marvel among men, Yet strange faces call they friends, and say they believe when they doubt Those hours are not lost that are spent in cementing affection . For a friend is above gold, precious as the stores of the mind. Be sparing of advice by words, but teach thy lesson by example; For the vanity of man may be wounded, and retort unkindly upon thee There be some that never had a friend, because they were gross and
selfish : Worldliness, and apathy, and pride, leave not many that are worthy: But one who meriteth esteem, need never lack a friend ; For as thistledown flieth abroad, and casteth its anchor in the soil, So philanthropy yearneth for a heart, where it may take root and blos.
Yet I hear the child of sensibility moaning at the wintry cold,
trust, And the breaches in his bleeding heart have been filled with the briars of
suspicion. For alas, how few be friends, of whom charity hath hoped well! How few there be among men who forget themselves for other' Each one seeketh his own, and looketh on his brethren as rivals, Masking envy with friendship, to serve his secret ends. And the world, that corrupteth all good, hath wronged that sacred name, For it calleth any man friend, who is not known for an enemy; And such be as the flies of summer, while plenty sitteth at thy board; But who can wonder at their flight from the cold denials of want? Such be as vultures round a carcase, assembled together for the feast: But a sudden noise scareth them, and forthwith are they specks among the
clouds. There be few, O child of sensibility, who deserve to have thy confidence; Yet weep not, for there are some, and such some live for thee: To them is the chilling world a drear and barren scene, And gladly seek they such as thou art, for seldom find they the occasion. For, though no man excludeth himself from the high capability of
friendship, Yet verily is the man a marvel whom truth can write a friend.
( There is a fragrant blossom, that maketh glad the garden of the heart.
LOVE:-what a volume in a word, an ocean in a tear,