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No friend's a friend till prove a friend.

Friend, of my infinite dreams Little enough endures; Little howe'er it seems, It is yours, all yours.

It is better to avenge a friend than to mourn for him.

Forsake not an old friend; for the new is not comparable to him: a new friend is as new wine; when it is old, thou shalt drink it with pleasure.

A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.

Iron sharpen iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.

Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.

Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.

I have loved my friends as I do virtue, my soul, my God.

Now with my friend I desire not to share or participate, but to engross his sorrows, that, by making them mine own, I may more easily discuss them; for in mine own reason, and within myself, I can command that which I cannot entreat without myself, and within the circle of another.

Let my hand, This hand, lie in your own--my own true friend; Aprile! Hand-in-hand with you, Aprile!

There is no man so friendless but what he can find a friend sincere enough to tell him disagreeable truths.

We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine.

His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony, Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither-- They had been fou for weeks thegither!

Ah! were I sever'd from thy side, Where were thy friend and who my guide? Years have not seen, Time shall not see The hour that tears my soul from thee.

'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives, And in their deaths had not divided been.

Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe; Bold I can meet--perhaps may turn his blow; But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh! save me from the candid friend.

Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends, He hurts me most who lavishly commends.

Friends I have made, whom Envy must commend, But not one foe whom I would wish a friend.

A friend is, as it were, a second self.