If men will act like a maid smiling over a churn

If men will act like a maid smiling over a churn,
They ought not, when it comes to another's turn,
To grow sour at what a friend may utter,
Knowing and feeling that we all have need of Butter.
False Friends, fie I fie! Our Friendship you shan't sever;
In spite we will be greater friends than ever.