To friendship every burden's light.
Lest men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view.
How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.
Nor love, not honor, wealth nor power, can give the heart a cheerful hour when health is lost. Be timely wise; With health all taste of pleasure flies.
No author ever spar'd a brother.