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 "Friendship!—to be two in one— Let the canting liar pack! Well I know, when I am gone, How she mouths behind my back.

"Virtue!—to be good and just— Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.

"O! we two as well can look Whited thought and cleanly life As the priest, above his book Leering at his neighbour's wife.

"Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every minute dies a man, Every minute one is born.