Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind, Faithful friends are hard to find. Every man will be thy friend While thou hast wherewith to spend But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call. If he be addict to vice, Quickly him they will entice. | But if fortune once do frown, Then farewell his great renown: They that fawned on him before, Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need. If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake he cannot sleep. Thus of every grief in heart, He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe. |
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