"Come with me, to victory!"
"I am content," you say, "to stay," and kiss me on the way...
Why art thou two-faced,
Confessing to me one thing
And another to the simple crowd;
Not proclaiming thy truth at loud?
'Tis not as it was in former times,
When truth was bound to the stake,
Or broken on the rack and wheel,
If it was not concealed.
What dost thou fear
But thy friend's distemper,
Whose peace should well be lost;
Being purchased thus at such a cost?
How callest thyself "friend",
When complicity would thou guard;
And not his virtue, not his soul;
Only what he leaves below?
False comforter, though he praise thee
For praising his wicked ways,
And call thee wise, when, like a fool,
Thou leadest him from school --
At last, he needs must curse thee,
When judgement day has dawned,
And count thee first of enemies,
Who kept him on his knees!
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