No author ever spar'd a brother.
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
Who friendship with a knave hath made, Is judged a partner in the trade.
The charge is prepared; the lawyers are met; The judges all ranged (a terrible show!) I go, undismay'd. For death is a debt, A debt on demand. So take what I owe.
Exercise thy lasting youth defends.
Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.