Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.

A sure friend is known in unsure circumstances.

He hath freedom whoso beareth a clean and constant heart within.

I never indulge in rhyme or stanza Unless I'm in bed with the influenza.

Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.

No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.

How can life be worth living, if devoid Of the calm trust reposed by friend in friend? What sweeter joy than in the kindred soul, Whose converse differs not from self-communion?