No man can expect to find a friend without faults;
nor can he propose himself to be so to another.
Without reciprocal mildness and temperance
There can be no continuance of friendship.
Every man will have something to do for his friend,
and something to bear with in him.
The sober man only can do the first;
and for the latter, patience is requisite.
It is better for a man to depend on himself,
than to be annoyed with either a madman or a fool.

What shall I do, my friend,
When you are gone forever?
My heart its eager need will send
Through the years to find you never,
And how will it be with you,
In the weary world, I wonder,
Will you love me with a love as true,
When our paths lie far asunder?

Be kind to my remains; and O defend,
Against your judgment, your departed friend.