Nor think, from favours past a friend to gain, -
’Tis but by duties we our posts maintain:
I read her novels, gossip through the town,
And daily go, for idle stories down;
I cheapen all she buys, and bear the curse
Of honest tradesmen for my niggard purse;
And, when for her this meanness I display,
She cries, ‘I heed not what I throw away;’
Of secret bargains I endure the shame,
And stake my credit for our fish and game;