O Job! you had two friends: one's quite enough,

Especially when we are ill at ease;

They're but bad pilots when the weather's rough,

Doctors less famous for their cures than fees.

Let no man grumble when his friends fall off,

As they will do like leaves at the first breeze:

When your affairs come round, one way or t' other,

Go to the coffee-house, and take another.[717]