I Hate It In Friends When They

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief

For The Good, When Praised, Feel Something Of Disgust, If To Excess Commended.

Since We Are Mortal, Friendships Are Best Kept To A Moderate Level, Rather Than Sharing The Very Depths Of Our Souls.

Where There Is No Wine There Is No Love.

High Honors Are Sweet To A Man's Heart, But Ever They Stand Close To The Brink Of Grief.