A RESOLVE. Written on hearing a
fellow tell some stories, to the hurt of his best friends. __ AS secret’s the grave be the man whom I trust, What friendship imparts still let honour conceal, A plague on those Babblers,
their names be accurs’d! Still first to enquire, and the first to reveal. As open as day let me be with
the man, Who tells me my failings, from motives upright, But when of those gossiping
fools I meet one, Let me fold in my soul and be close as the night. |