Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend.

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.

Tell me, O muse, of travellers far and wide

For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.

By turns the nine delight to sing

For a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother

I want answers now or I want them eventually!