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FRIENDS
FRIENDS
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Women, like princes, find few real friends.

Lord LyttletonAdvice to a Lady. St. 2.


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Friends are like melons. Shall I tell you why?
To find one good, you must a hundred try.

Claude MermetEpigram on Friends.


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As we sail through life towards death,
Bound unto the same port—heaven,—
Friend, what years could us divide?
D. M. Mulock—Thirty Years. A Christmas


We have been friends together
In sunshine and in shade.
Caroline E. S. Norton—We Have Been Friends.


Cætera fortunse, non mea, turba fuit.

The rest of the crowd were friends of my fortune, not of me.

OvidTristium. I. 5. 34.


Prosperity makes friends and adversity tries them.
Idea found in Plautus—Stich. IV. 1. 16.
Ovid—Ep. ex Ponto. II. 3. 23. Ovid—
Trist. I. 9. 5. Ennius—Cic. Amicit.
Ch.XVII. Metastastio—Olimpiade. III.
3. Herder—Denkspruche. Calderon—Secret in Words. Act III. Sc. 3. Menander
—Ex Incest. Comoed. P. 272. Aristotle—
Ethics VIII. 4. Euripides—Hecuba. L.
1226.


For all are friends in heaven, all faithful friends;
And many friendships in the days of time
Begun, are lasting here, and growing still.
Pollok—Course of Time. Bk. V. L. 336.


Friends given by God in mercy and in love;
My counsellors, my comforters, and guides;
My joy in grief, my second bliss in joy;
Companions of my young desires; in doubt
My oracles; my wings in high pursuit.
Oh! I remember, and will ne'er forget
Our meeting spots, our chosen sacred hours;
Our burning words, that utter'd all the soul,
Our faces beaming with unearthly love;—
Sorrow with sorrow sighing, hope with hope
Exulting, heart embracing heart entire.
Pollok—Course of Time. Bk. V. L. 315.
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Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear,
(A sigh the absent claims, the dead a tear.)
Pofb—Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford.


Trust not yourself; but your defects to know,
Make use of ev'ry friend—and ev'ry foe.


Ah, friend! to dazzle let the vain design;
To raise the thought and touch the heart be
thine.
 | author = Pope
 | work = Moral Essays. Ep. II. L. 248.


A man that hath friends must show himself
friendly; and there is a friend that sticketh closer
than a brother.
Proverbs. XVIII. 24.
Faithful are the wounds of a friend.
Proverbs. XXVII. 6.


Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the
countenance of his friend.
Proverbs. XXVII. 17.


Mine own familiar friend.
Psalms. XLI. 9.


There is no treasure the which may be compared
unto a faithful friend;
Gold soone decayeth, and worldly wealth consumeth, and wasteth in the winde;
But love once planted in a perfect and pure
minde indureth weale and woe;
The frownes of fortune, come they never so unkinde, cannot the same overthrowe.
Roxburghe Ballads. The Bride's Good-Morrow.
Ed. by John Payne Collier.


Dear is my friend—yet from my foe, as from my
friend, comes good:
My friend shows what I can do, and my foe what
I should.
Schiller—Votive Tablets. Friend and Foe.
is Keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key.
All's Well Thai Ends Well. Act I. Sc. 1. L.
75.
 We still have slept together,
Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together;
And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans,
Still we went coupled and inseparable.
As You Like It. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 75.


Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, nnfledg'd comrade.
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 59.


For who not needs shall never lack a friend,
And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
Directly seasons him his enemy.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 217.


Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels
Be sure you be not loose; for those you make
friends
And give your hearts to, when they once perceive
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away
Like water from ye, never found again
But where they mean to sink ye.
Henry VIII. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 126.


As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.
Julius Cmsar. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 200.
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 | text = <poem>A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Julius Caesar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 86.
 To wail friends lost
Is not by much so wholesome—profitable,
As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 759.