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...FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RAIN-SONGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: ROBERT OF SICILY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CURFEW MUST NOT RING TONIGHT by ROSE HARTWICK THORPE THE MEDITATION OF THE OLD FISHERMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |