English poem
The modes of the court so common…
by Anonymous
The modes of the court so common are grown, That a true friend can hardly be met; Friendship for interest is but a loan, Which they let out for what they can get. 'Tis true, you find Some friends so kind, Who will give you good counsel themselves to defend; In sorrowful ditty, They promise, they pity; But shift you for money from friend to friend.
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