Friends
If you had all the lands and gold
It's possible for man to hold
And if on top of that could claim
The greatest sum of earthly fame.
Yet hadto live from day to day
Where never human came your way
You'll trade the gold, you had to spend
To hear the greeting of a friend.
What joy can come from splendid deeds
That no one ever cheers or heeds?
Fame would be empty and absurd
If of it no one ever heard.
The richest man, without a friend
Is poor with all he has to spend
Alone, with all that could be had
Each one of us would still be sad.
Not in ourselves does fortune lie
Nor in the things that gold can buy
The words of parise that please so well
The lips of other men must tell.
And honor, on which joy depends
Is but the verdict of our friends
All happiness that man can know
The friends about him must bestow.
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