WHAT base, ungen'rous, selfish Souls are these?
Mere Quacks, who turn ev'n Health into Disease;
And but the darkest Side of Friendship find,
To all its radiant Beams and Beauties blind.
Two faithful Friends, in any State, may gain
Comfort to heighten Joy, or lessen Pain:
If weighty Cares the pensive Mind invade,
They make the Burden light with mutual Aid;
If Profit, or if Pleasure chears the Soul,
The Blessing's common, each enjoys the whole:
If Bus'ness calls them to some distant Place,
Swift-pinion'd Love contracts the lengthen'd Space;
Each keeps the other's Image in his Breast,
As Wax preserves the Form a Seal imprest.