He's kind, you say? He may be kind enough:
But kindness with some people's just a knack;
It costs them little, and brings a good return
In popularity: and they're paid back
A hundredfold for all the gold they burn—
If you can call it gold, the pinchbeck stuff!
For me, I'd rather have his enmity:
That would be given without thought of gain,
Whole-heartedly: and, if I could refrain
From paying him back in kind, not I, but he
Would be the debtor through eternity.