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Every One That Flatters Thee Is No Friend In Misery. Words Are Easy, Like The Wind, Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.

Gold Is A Deep-persuading Orator.

Love Is A Fiend, A Fire, A Heaven, A Hell Where Pleasure, Pain, And Sad Repentance Dwell

All Is Amiss. Love Is Dying, Faith's Defying, Heart's Denying.

He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, - He Will Help Thee In Thy Need: - If Thou Sorrow, He Will Weep; - If You Wake, He Cannot Sleep; - Thus Of Every Grief In Heart - He With Thee Doth Bear A Part.