298 FRIENDS FRIENDS
Tis thus that on the choice of friends
Our good or evil name depends.
Gay—Old Woman and Her Cats. Pt. I.
An open foe may prove a curse,
But a pretended friend is worse.
Gay—Shepherd's Dog and the Wolf. L. 33.
Wer nicht die Welt in seinen Freunden sieht
Verdient nicht, dass die Welt von ihtn erfahre.
He who does not see the whole world in his
friends, does not deserve that the world should
hear of him.
Goethe—Torguato Tasso. I. 3. 68.
He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack;
For he knew, when he pleas'd, he could whistle
them back.
| author = Goldsmith
| work = Retaliation. L. 107.
Dear lost companions of my tuneful art,
Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes,
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
Gray—The Bard. St. 3.
| seealso = (See also Julius Cesar. II. 1)
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| text = <poem>A favourite has no friend.
Gray—On a Favourite Cat Drowned. St. 6.
We never know the true value of friends.
While they live, we are too sensitive of their
faults; when we have lost them, we only see
their virtues.
J. C. and A. W. Hare—Guesses at Truth.
Devout, yet cheerful; pious, not austere;
To others lenient, to himself sincere.
J. M. Harvey—On a Friend.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Pope, Rogers)
Before you make a friend eat a bushel of salt
with him.
| author = Herbert
| work = Jaada Prudentum.
For my boyhood's friend hath fallen, the pillar
of my trust,
The true, the wise, the beautiful, is sleeping in
the dust.
Htllard—On Death of Motley.
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd.
Homer—Iliad. Bk. XVI. L. 267
| note = Pope's trans.
| seealso = (See also Bellinghausen under Love)
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| text = <poem>Dulcis inexpertis cultura potentis amici;
Expertus metuit.
To have a great man for an intimate friend
seems pleasant to those who have never tried
it; those who have, fear it.
Horace—Epistles. I. 18. 86.
True friends appear less mov'd than counterfeit.
Horace—Of the Art of Poetry. L. 486. Wentworth Dillon's trans.
u The new is older than the old;
And newest friend is oldest friend in this:
That, waiting him, we longest grieved to miss
One thing we sought.
| author = Helen Hunt Jackson
| work = My New Friend.
True happiness
Consists not in the multitude of friends,
But in the worth and choice. Nor would I have
Virtue a popular regard pursue:
Let them be good that love me, though but few.
Ben Jonson—Cynthia's Beads. Act III. Sc. 2.
'Tis sweet, as year by year we lose
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
How grows in Paradise our store.
Keble—Burial of the Dead. St. 11.
One faithful Friend is enough for a man's self,
'tis much to meet with such an one, yet we can't
have too many for the sake of others.
La Bruyère—The Characters or Manners of the Present Age. Ch. V.
Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,
Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling?
Lamb—The Old Familiar Faces.
I desire so to conduct the affairs of this administration that if at the end, when I come to lay
down the reins of power, I have lost every other
friend on earth, I shall at least have one friend
left, and that friend shall be down inside of me.
Lincoln—Reply to Missouri Committee of
Seventy'. (1864)
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| text = <poem>O friend! O best of friends! Thy absence more
Than the impending night darkens the landscape
o'er!
| author = Longfellow
| work = Christus. Pt. II. The Golden
Legend. I.
Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who
offer you friendship
Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest
and dearest!
| author = Longfellow
| work = Courtship of Miles Standish.
Pt. VI. PriscMa. L. 72.
Alas! to-day I would give everything
To see a friend's face, or hear a voice
That had the slightest tone of comfort in it.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Judas Maccabceus. Act IV.
Sc. 3. L. 32.
My designs and labors
And aspirations are my only friends.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Masque of Pandora. Tower of
Prometheus on Mount Caucasus. Pt. III. L.
.
Ah, how good it feels!
The hand of an old friend.
| author = Longfellow
| work = New England Tragedies. John
Endieott. Act IV. Sc. 1.
Quien te conseja encobria de tus amigos.
Enganar te quiere assaz, y sin testigos.
He who advises you to be reserved to your
friends wishes to betray you without witnesses.
Manuel Conde Lucanor.
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| num = | text = <poem>Let the falling out of friends b§ a renewing of
affection.
| author = Lyly
| work = Euphues.
| seealso = (See also Burton under {{sc|Love)
