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But for one piece they thought it hard
From the whole hog to be debarr'd ;
And fet their wit at work to find
What joint the prophet had in mind.
Much controversy Atrait arose :
These choose the back, the belly those ;
By fome 'tis confidently faid
He meant not to forbid the head

While others at that doctrine rail,
And piously prefer the tail.
Thus, conscience freed from ev'ry clog,
Mahometans eat up the hog.

You laugh—'tis well--the tale apply'd
May make you laugh on t other side.

Renounce the world,” the preacher cries :
“ We do," a multitude replies.
While one as innocent regards
A snug and friendly game at cards :
And one, whatever you may say,
Can' fee no evil in a play ;
Some love a concert, or a race,
And others, shooting and the chase.
Revil'd and lov’d, renounc'd and follow'd,
Thus bit by bit the world is swallow'd ;
Each thinks his neighbour makes too free,
Yet likes a lice as well as he :
With fophiftry their fauce they sweeten,
Till quite from tail to snout 'tis caten.



On Friend/bip.
What virtue, or what mental grace,
But men, unqualified and base,

Will boast it their profession?
Profusion apes the noble part
Of liberality of heart,

And dulness of discretion.
If ev'ry polish'd gem we find
Illuminating heart or mind

Provoke to imitation ;
No wonder Friendship does the same,
That jewel of the purest flame,

Or rather constellation.

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

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

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

An error foon corrected
For who but learns in riper years,
That man when smoothest he appears

Is molt to be suspected :
But here again a danger lies,
Left having misemploy'd our eyes

And taken trash for treasure,
We should unwarily conclude
Friendthip 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 fought without attaining.
No friendship will abide the teft
That stands on sordid interest,

Or mean felf-love erected; Nor such as may awhile sublist Between the sot and sensualist,

For vicious ends connected. Who seeks a friend, should come disposid T exhibit, in full bloom disclos'd,

The graces and the beauties,
That form the character he feeks,
For 'tis an union that bespeaks

Reciprocated duties.
Mutual attention is implied,
And equal truth on either side,

And constantly supported ;
?Tis senseless arrogance ťaccuse
Another of finifter views,

Our own as much distorted.

But will sincerity fuffice ?
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 careless sharp corrosion :
A temper passionate and fierce
May suddenly your joys disperse

At one immense explofion.
In vain the talkative unite
In hopes of permanent delight-

The secret just committed,
Forgetting its important weight,
They drop through mere delire to prate,

And by themselves outwitted.
How bright foe'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 dangerous foe indeed,

But not a friend worth keeping.
As Envy pines at good poffefs'd,
So Jealousy looks forth distress'd

On good that seems approaching : And il success his steps attend, Discerns a rival in a friend,

And hates him for encroaching.
Hence authors of illustrious name,
Unless belied by common fame,

Are fadly 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 feldom fcruple 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 car
For tattlers, will be sure to hear

The trumpet of contention ;
Afperfion is the babbler's trade ;
To listen is to lend him aid,

And rush into diffenfion.
A friendship that in frequent fits
Of controverfial rage emits

The sparks of difputation,
Like hand in hand insurance piates,
Moft vnavoidably creates

The thought of conflagration.
Some fickle creatures boast a foul
True as the needle to the pole,

Their humour yet so various
They manifeft, their whole life through,
The needle's deviation 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,

Obfcurity. with fplendour.
Some are so placid and ferene
(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 het'rogeneous politics,

Without an effervescence,
Like that of falts with lemon juice,
Which does not yet like that produce

A friendly coalescence.
Religion fhould extinguish Atrife,
And make a calm of human life ;

But friends that chance to differ
On points which God has left at large,
How fiercely will they meet and charge ;

No combatants are siffer !

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To prove at last my main intent,
Needs no expense of argument,

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

With' ftill lefs hope of thriving. Sometimes the fault is all our own, Some blemilh in due time made known,

By trespass or omillion ; Sometimes occasion brings to light Our friend's defect, long hid from fight,

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 facred trust,
That friends should be fincere and just,

That constancy befits them,
Are observations on the case
That favour 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 poflibly 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 fimilarity of mind,
Or something not to be defin'd,

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

Must save it from declension.

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