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Friend by enemy I call you out.
You with a bad coin in your socket, / You my friend there with a winning air / Who palmed the lie on me when you looked
Brassily at my shyest secret, / Enticed with twinkling bits of the eye / Till the sweet tooth of my love bit dry, / Rasped at last, and I stumbled and sucked, / Whom now I conjure to stand as thief
In the memory worked by mirrors, / With unforgettably smiling act, / Quickness of hand in the velvet glove / And my whole heart under your hammer, / Were once such a creature, so gay and frank
A desireless familiar / I never thought to utter or think / While you displaced a truth in the air, / That though I loved them for their faults / As much as for their good,
My friends were enemies on stilts / With their heads in a cunning cloud.