Add now, to make this second fruit of friendship complete, that other point, which lieth more open, and falleth within vulgar observation; which is faithful counsel from a friend.
After these two noble fruits of friendship (peace in the affections, and support of the judgment), followeth the last fruit; which is like the pomegranate, full of many kernels; I mean aid, and bearing a part, in all actions and occasions.
What is so great as friendship, let us carry with what grandeur of spirit we can.
Only be admonished by what you already see, not to strike leagues of friendship with cheap persons, where no friendship can be.
It has seemed to me lately more possible than I knew, to carry a friendship greatly, on one side, without due correspondence on the other.
I think that generosity is the essence of friendship, and, besides, I have got a new wheelbarrow for myself.
Of course, the wheelbarrow is worth far more than the plank, but true, friendship never notices things like that.
I may be wrong, but I should have thought that friendship, true friendship, was quite free from selfishness of any kind.
Why I mean, that your friendships
are generally interested; that it requires services and good offices to support it.
That thou wouldst rob me of it is clear, for when Camilla sees that I pay court to her as thou requirest, she will certainly regard me as a man without honour or right feeling, since I attempt and do a thing so much opposed to what I owe to my own position and thy friendship.
But if all I have said be not enough to turn thee from thy vile purpose, thou must seek some other instrument for thy dishonour and misfortune; for such I will not consent to be, though I lose thy friendship, the greatest loss that I can conceive.
He wrote that as a young man, later he saw nothing in friendship beyond use.
But a greater betrayal of friendship was yet to follow.
Having now, as he thought, balanced this little account of friendship, the captain was about to shift his saddle to this noble gift-horse when the affectionate patriarch plucked him by the sleeve, and introduced to him a whimpering, whining, leathern-skinned old squaw, that might have passed for an Egyptian mummy, without drying.
There was no resisting this appeal; the captain, forthwith, furnished the coveted supply of powder and ball; but at the same time, put spurs to his very fine gift-horse, and the first trial of his speed was to get out of all further manifestation of friendship, on the part of the affectionate old patriarch and his insinuating family.