H. His Deuises | ||
Of Friendship.
Who holds himselfe most deare, and hath his wante,Although he would, he may not store his friend:
But he that seekes his secrets there to plante,
Where wealth is free, shall finde a quyet ende.
Giue me the poorest man to triumph on,
Or welthiest friend, or let me liue alone.
H. His Deuises | ||