A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.
Friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.
Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find.
There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valor.