Of Gifts.
I had a seeming friend:—I gave him a licking—he was gone!
I had an open enemy:—I stood a pint—and won him!
Common friends require presents; monkeys more kicks than halfpence;
But the scorn of anyone melteth at a barrel of Quin’s oysters.
A foe may get spiteful, and incline to call thee a humbug,
But send him a turbot, and he saith,—“He’s a good fellow, after all!”
Policemen will not oft refuse a drain, if absent the inspector,
And policemen’s friendship should be courted in the event of rows.
The larker, held by the collar, may be released by half-a-crown,