The Three Sorts of Friends (fragment)
Though friendships differ endless in degree,
The sorts, methinks, may be reduced to three.
Ac quaintance many, and Con quaintance few;
But for In quaintance I know only two
The friend I’ve mourned with, and the maid I woo!
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