The Worst Of Enemies

I DO not fear an enemy
Who all his days hath hated me.

I do not bother o’er a foe
Whose name and face I do not know.

I mind me not the small attack
Of him who bites behind my back:

But Heaven help me to the end
’Gainst that one who was once my friend.
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