Flamma sine Fumo or, poems without fictions. Hereunto are annexed the Causes, Symptoms, or Signes of several Diseases with their Cures, and also the diversity of Urines, with their Causes in Poetical measure. By R. W. [i.e. Rowland Watkyns] |
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A FRIEND. |
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A FRIEND.
Rara avis in terris.
Where shall I find a friend? I may as soon
Find out the man which dwelleth in the moon.
The ancient days are past: when men did move
Within the sphear of undeceiving love:
Friendship is in these days respectless growne,
Like some old matron in a thredbare gown:
There is a fained friendship, which doth passe
Sometimes for pearle, and is but painted glasse.
Some undermine, who seem like friends to stand,
These have the voice of Jacob; Esau's hand;
Others will smooth you with a fair discourse,
And give you talk enough, but keep the purse
A perfect friend is not in love so cold,
That he will lose his friend to save his gold.
Thou art my friend (sweet Lord) who dost refresh
My weary soul; I trust no arm of flesh.
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