Friendship

WHAT treasure greater than a friend

Who close to us hath grown?

Blind fate no bitt’rer lot can send

Than bid us walk alone.

For solitude doth cause a dearth

Of fruitful, blessed thought,

The wise would pray to leave this earth,

If none their friendship sought.

Yet sad though loneliness may be,

That friendship surely shun

That feigns to love, and inwardly

Betrays affections won.