Who sells you, for the longest price,
Horses, a dealer in a trice
Would find unsound, and full of vice?
Your Friend!
Who eats your dinners, then looks shrewd,
Wishes you had a cook like Ude,[24]
For then, much oft’ner would intrude—
Your Friend.
Who tells you that you’ve shocking wine,
And owns that, though his port’s not fine,