ode to a friend

A beguiling word and bewitching glance may unfasten many a door.
But if my favour you would adjure; this alone is all I ask;
Speak your thought; be true to your word,
Let all desire and feelings be heard.
Remove your mask.
For such consequence, a prize bestowed;
The iron of trust and friendship’s stout shield.
Honour’s bright sword and the eternal well-spring of faith.
This then the covenant be bode,
To you;
Through all your times,
Of joy and woe.