To The Same (Charles Walker)

PUT no faith in aught you meet with, friends or lovers,
new or old,
Never trust the gamest racehorse that was ever
reared or foaled.
If you find your lady fickle, take it cool and never heed ;
If you get a bill delivered, roll it up and light your weed.
If a foe insults your honour, hit out straight and wop
him well ;
If your thickest friend turns rusty, tell him he may go
to hell.
Fame is folly, honour madness, love delusion, friendship
sham,
Pleasure paves the way for sadness, none of these are
worth a d—n.
But a stout heart proof 'gainst fate is, where there
can be nothing more done,
This advice is given gratis, by Yrs. truly, Lindsay
Gordon.
What if friends desert in trouble ? Fortune can recall
them yet
Faithful in champagne and sunshine, false in clouds and
heavy wet.
Who would trust in mankind's daughter, since by
Eve our fall was planned ?
Woman's love is writ on water, woman's faith is
traced on sand.
Fame is folly, etc.