Classic Poem

" IS friendship dead?" you sigh, " in days like these
Orestes cannot find a Pylades."
Think you Orestes lived on daintier fare
Or quaffed a cup his friend might never share?
Your palate's not more delicate than mine,
Yet I get whelks, you oysters plump and fine.
Coarse robes I wear, you flaunt in rich attire,
Can Gallic fustian love the robes of Tyre?
Such friendship shows in word and not in deed,
I can't play Pylades without a lead.