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FRIENDSHIP, like love, is but a name,
Unless to one you stint the flame.
The child, whom many fathers share,
Hath seldom known a father's care.
'Tis thus in friendships; who depend
On many, rarely find a friend.

A Hare who, in a civil way, .
Comply'd with every thing, like Gay,
Was known by all the bestial train
Who haunt the wood, or graze the plain ;
Her care was never to offend;
And every creature was her friend.

As forth she went at early dawn, To taste the dew-besprinkled lawn,


Behind she hears the hunter's cries,
And from the deep-mouth'd thunder flies.
She starts, she stops, she pants for breath;
She hears the near advance of death;
She doubles, to mislead the hound,
And measures back her mazy round;
Till, fainting in the public way,
Half-dead with fear she gasping lay.

What transport in her bosom grew, When first the Horse appear'd in view!

“Let me,” says she, “ your back ascend, And owe my safety to a friend. You know my feet betray my flight: To friendship every burden's light.”

The Horse reply'd, “ Poor honest Puss, It grieves my heart to see thee thus : Be comforted, relief is near, For all your friends are in the rear.”

She next the stately Bull implor'd;
And thus reply'd the mighty lord:
“Since every beast alive can tell
That I sincerely wish you well,
I may, without offence, pretend
To take the freedom of a friend.
Love cails me hence; a fav’rite Cow
Expects me near yon' barley-mow;
And, when a lady's in the case,
You know, all other things give place.
To leave you thus, might seem unkind;
But see, the Goat is just behind.”

The Goat remark’d, “ her pulse was high, Her languid head, her heavy eye:” “ My back," says he, “ may do you harm ; The Sheep's at hand, and wool is warm.”

The Sheep was feeble, and complain'd “ His sides a load of wool sustain’d; Said, he was slow, confess'd his fears ; For Hounds ate Sheep as well as Hares.”

She now the trotting Calf address’d, To save from death a friend distress'd.

“Shall I,” says he,“ of tender áge, In this important care engage ? Older and abler pass’d you by ; How strong are those ! how weak am I ! Should I presume to bear you hence, Those friends of mine may take offence. Excuse me, then; you know my heart ; But dearest friends, alas! must part. How shall we all lament! Adieu ; For see, the hounds are just in view.”

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O SAY, thou dear possessor of my breast, Where now's my boasted liberty and rest ! Where the gay moments that I once have known ! O where that heart I fondly thought my own! From place to place I solitary roam, Abroad uneasy, not content at home. : I scorn the beauties common eyes adore, The more I view them, feel thy worth the more: Unmov'd I hear them speak, or see them fair, And only think on thee,-—who art not there. In vain would books their former succour lend, Nor wit, nor wisdom, can relieve their friend; Wit can't deceive the pain I now endure, And wisdom shows the ill without the cure.

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