TWO KINDS OF FRIENDSHIP

Like shadows of the afternoon and morn Friendship in good men is and in the base; All vast the lewd man’s in its first embrace, But lessens and wears away; the other’s, born A dwarfish thing, grows giant-like apace.

NATURAL ENMITIES

Trust not thy innocence, nor. say, ‘‘No foe I have the world through;” other is the world. The deer ’s content with simple grass, yet bow Of hunter fears; the fisher’s net is hurled To catch the water’s innocents; his high And simple life contented leads the good, Yet by the evil heart insatiably

With causeless hatred finds himself pursued.