THE friend who holds the mirror to your face,

And hiding none, is not afraid to trace 

Your faults, your smallest blemishes within; 

Who friendly warns, reproves you if you sin 

Although it seem not so he is your friend. 

But he who ever flattering, gives you praise, 

But ne'er rebukes, nor censures, nor delays 

To come with eagerness and grasp your hand, 

And pardon you, ere pardon you demand 

He is your enemy, though he seem your friend.