V.
But Friendship fain would yet itself defend, And Mighty Things it does pretend, To be of this Sad Journey, Life, the Baite, The sweet Refection of our toylsome State. But though True Friendship a Rich Cordial be, Alas, by most 'tis so alay'd, Its Good so mixt with Ill we see, That Dross for Gold is often paid. } And for one Grain of Friendship that is found, } Falshood and Interest do the Mass compound, } Or coldness, worse than Steel, the Loyal heart doth wound. Love in no Two was ever yet the same, No Happy Two ere felt an Equal Flame.