Friendship's Full Of Dregs.

I Can See His Pride Peep Through Each Part Of Him.

What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark Days Seen, What Old December's Bareness Everywhere!

I Am Joined With No Foot Land-rakers, No Long-staff, Sixpenny Strikers, None Of These Mad, Mustachio Purple-hued Maltworms, But With Nobility And Tranquillity.

My Charity Is Outrage, Life My Shame; And In That Shame Still Live My Sorrow's Rage!

They Do Not Love That Do Not Show Their Love.