I little thought that honest Dick br Would slight me so, when I was sick. br Is he a Friend, who only stays, br Whilst Health and Pleasure gild our Days; br Flies, when Disease our Temper sours, br Nor helps to pass the gloomy Hours? br br Says my Mamma, who loves to make br Reflections for her Childrens sake; br You see how mortal Friendship ends-- br My Child, secure celestial Friends: br Make Heav'n your chief, your early Care; br You'll meet no Disappointment there. br Build not on Length of Days, my Son; br Life's longest Race is quickly run. br Lay hold on ev'ry coming Hour; br Do all the Good that's in your Pow'r: br This will the sinking Heart sustain, br When Cordials are dispens'd in vain; br Asswage the racking Pains, that seize br On Limbs devoted to Disease; br The Place of fleeting Friends supply; br Pour balmy Slumbers on thine Eye; br Shield thee from Terrors of the Night, br And wing thy Pray'rs to Realms of Light; br Thy ev'ry painful Care dismiss, br And crown thee with eternal Bliss.