Classic Poem

Palemon met me in his way,
And ask'd my Counsel t'other Day.
Excuse, said I, the Case is nice ,
I never care to give Advice .
He took this flat Denyal ill,
And pray'd me in Compassion still.
I yet refus'd: he beg'd, and cry'd,
Must an old Friend be then Deny'd?
We to our selves are blind, unjust ;
No Man alive but you I'd trust.
At length consenting, bad, or good,
I gave the best Advice I cou'd:
He seem'd convinc't; but since, I find,
Palemon follow'd his own Mind,
And thinks my wholsom Truth unkind.