The vulgar crowd values friends according to their usefulness.
When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.
It is a kingly act to help the fallen.
Our neighbour's crop is always more fruitful and his cattle produce more milk than our own.
The mind ill at ease, the body suffers also.
Note too that a faithful study of the liberal arts humanizes character and permits it not to be cruel.