A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tattered weed, of small worth held.
I have liv'd long enough. My way of life ...
Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; / And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Neither a borrower nor a lender be: / For loan oft loses both itself and friend.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.