For this is being a Friend just in the nick Not when hes well but waiting till hes sick He calls you to his help be you not movd Untill by being Sick his wants are provd You see him spend his Soul in Prophecy Do you believe it a Confounded lie Till some Bookseller & the Public Fame Proves there is truth in his extravagant claim For tis atrocious in a Friend you love To tell you any thing that he cant prove And tis most wicked in a Christian Nation For any Man to pretend to Inspiration | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A SKYLARK by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER BLIND OLD MILTON by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 3 by GEORGE BARKER A FAVOURITE SCENE; RECALLED ON LOOKING AT BIRKET FOSTER'S LANDSCAPE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |