My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's

Put Forth Thy Hand, Reach At The Glorious Gold.

When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth, I Do Believe Her, Though I Know She Lies.

I Have Touch'd The Highest Point Of All My Greatness, And From That Full Meridian Of My Glory I Haste Now To My Setting.

Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly.

For Oaths Are Straws, Men's Faiths Are Wafer-cakes, And Hold-fast Is The Only Dog.