Old Friends

I have heard of old Friends that Experience approv'd,
And of hearts that must wait if they hope to be lov'd;
It's the fiction of Courts—for in Liberty's chace
I discover'd that Friendship had Novelty's grace,
That her eloquent eye was the charter of Truth ,
And that Ages were bound in the wreath of her Y OUTH .
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