And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.

--_Shakespeare_.

* * * * *

You shall perceive how you
Mistake my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends.

--_Shakespeare_.

* * * * *

You must, therefore, love me myself, and not my circumstances, if we are
to be real friends.

--_Cicero_.

* * * * *

With conscious pride I view the band
Of faithful friends that round me stand,
With pride exult that I alone
Can join these scattered gems in one;
For they're a wreath of pearls, and I
The silken cord on which they lie.