There is no treasure the which may be compared unto a faithful
friend;
Gold some 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.
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Plunderous is the palate I gift to you, openly I hug the universe of our friendship expanding its outer limit.
Plunderous is the palate I gift to you, openly I hug the universe of our friendship expanding its outer limit.
Forsake not an old friend; for the new is not comparable to him:
a new friend is as new read more
Forsake not an old friend; for the new is not comparable to him:
a new friend is as new wine; when it is old, thou shalt drink it
with pleasure.
My friend is he who will tell me my faults in private.
My friend is he who will tell me my faults in private.
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony,
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither--
They had been fou for read more
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony,
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither--
They had been fou for weeks thegither!
I haven't seen you in a while, yet I often imagine all your expressions. I haven't spoken to you recently, read more
I haven't seen you in a while, yet I often imagine all your expressions. I haven't spoken to you recently, but many times I hear your thoughts. Good friends must not always be together. It is the feeling of oneness, when distant that proves a lasting
My best friend is the man who in wishing me well wishes it for my sake.
My best friend is the man who in wishing me well wishes it for my sake.
Your friend is the man who knows all about you and still likes you.
Your friend is the man who knows all about you and still likes you.
Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy
are deceitful.
Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy
are deceitful.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, read more
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
