Of Friendship

Who holds himselfe most deare, and hath his wante,
Although he would, he may not store his friend:
But he that seekes his secrets there to plante,
Where wealth is free, shall finde a quyet ende.
Giue me the poorest man to triumph on,
Or welthiest friend, or let me liue alone.
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