Since, as we have observed, pleasure is another point in common—a good type of man taking as much delight in his friends as a weak man does in his flatterers—we may proceed to make a distinction here also. The distinction lies in the relation between the pleasure and its end. Thus, not only unguents [Sidenote: E] have an agreeable smell; a medicine may have it also. But there is the difference that the object of the former is pleasure and nothing else, while in the other case the purgative, warming, or flesh-making quality happens to be combined with fragrance. Again, a painter mixes engaging colours and dyes, and there are also certain medical preparations with a taking appearance and an attractive colour. Where is the difference? Clearly our distinction will lie in the end for which they are used. Just so with the case before us. In the agreeable relations of [Sidenote: F] friend with friend the pleasant-giving element is a kind of gloss upon a substance of high value and utility. Sometimes sportiveness, the table, wine, and even mockery and nonsense are used by them as a seasoning to high and serious purposes. Hence such expressions as: _Then had they joyance in talk and in speaking the one to the other_; or: _Nor should aught else have parted us twain in our love and our joyance._ But, with the time-server, it is his function and end to be [Sidenote: 55] perpetually dishing up in a spicy form something amusing, something done or something said which pleases and is meant to please. To put it briefly, the toady thinks the purpose of his every action should be to make himself agreeable, whereas the friend will only do what is right, and therefore, though often agreeable, he is often the contrary, not because he wishes it, but because, when it is the proper course, he does not avoid it. It is as with the physician. When it helps matters he will throw in a pinch of saffron or spikenard, and will frequently order a pleasant bath and an inviting diet. But there are times when he will have none of these, but will shake in a dash of castor _Or polium foul of odor, that men e’en shudder to smell it._ [Sidenote: B] Or he will pound a dose of hellebore and make you drink it off. Neither the unpleasantness in the one case nor the pleasantness in the other is the end in his mind, but in both cases he has only one object in view for the patient, and that object is his good. In the same way there are times when a friend will lead you in the path of duty by inspiriting you with praise or gratifying you with courtesies, as the speaker does in _Teucer, Telamon’s son, dear prince of a warrior people, Shoot as now thou dost_, or in: _How then should I, if ’tis so, be forgetful of godlike Odysseus?_ But when, on the contrary, you need calling to attention, he will upbraid you in biting terms and with the plain-speaking of a guardian: [Sidenote: C]