Citation - New York Gazette & Weekly Post Boy: 1763.01.20

NYGWPB.763.006
20 Jan 1763:23 (1046)
Dean Swift made it one of his favourite maxims, that there
was seldom such a thing as real friendship to be met with.
If I do not greatly forget, the following lines upon that
occasion are his:
  When e'er a prating rascal cries,
  You are his dearest friend--he lies.
  To lose a guinea at picquet,
  Would make him rave, blaspheme, and sweat;
  Bring from his heart sincerer groans,
  Than if he heard you'd broke your bones!"