The treachery of a false friend
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is sudden, cutting—always cruel;
his knavery observes no end
and he’ll use you like a drunk fool.
He’ll play you like a violin,
like a puppet on a tight string;
before long he’ll get you to sin
and do a lawless, evil thing.
"To have the soul of a poet is to feel with the mind, and to think with the heart."