How hard it is now to find a friend,
Gentle in nature, honest of hand,
Who in your sorrow may weep with you,
Who, when you need laughter, may laugh too,
Who before your foes may not feel fright,
Who in your cause may use all his might,
Who, if has money, and you need it,
May not give you the slip to assist!
But on the other hand there are men;
Make them friend and your loss is certain.
How hard it is now to find a friend!
I fear that this chapter may not end.
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