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 tightly together, fastened the rope to his bow-tip, and started home. But when Gold saw his friend borne away, he sorrowfully said: "Ah, me! Ah, me!

And besides:

Tis hard to find in life A friend, a bow, a wife, Strong, supple to endure, In stock and sinew pure, In time of danger sure.

False friends are common. Yes, but where True nature links a friendly pair, The blessing is as rich as rare.

To bitter ends You trust true friends, Not wife nor mother, Not son nor brother.

No long experience alloys True friendship's sweet and supple joys;