But they are not design’d for common use;
Flaws the most trifling from their virtue take,
And lamentation for their loss we make;
While common Friendships, like the wares of clay,
Are a cheap kind, but useful every day.
Though crack’d and damaged, still we make them do;
And, when they’re broken, they’re forgotten too. 10
There is within the world in which we dwell
A Friendship, answering to that world full well:
An interchange of looks and actions kind,