I scratch the Enemy's back, do overtime
I scratch the Enemy's back, do overtime,
And he with no less vigour scratches mine.
I call him Friend and he calls back at me
‘Friend’. He is a gentle Enemy!
(These lonely compliments no animus
Can cause, this gentle fooling between us.)
If so the man we all were like this one
No man would need to carry a shot-gun!
A motley, of thrasonical intent,
He affects, to stage his modest argument.—
If names could bark then I think Woffington
Would bark at us. But it is dead and gone,
And only fleshless eardrums now can smash.
And he with no less vigour scratches mine.
I call him Friend and he calls back at me
‘Friend’. He is a gentle Enemy!
(These lonely compliments no animus
Can cause, this gentle fooling between us.)
If so the man we all were like this one
No man would need to carry a shot-gun!
A motley, of thrasonical intent,
He affects, to stage his modest argument.—
If names could bark then I think Woffington
Would bark at us. But it is dead and gone,
And only fleshless eardrums now can smash.
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