I Am A Feather For Each Wind

Listen To Many, Speak To A Few.

Love For Thy Love , And Hand For Hand I Give.

For In The Fatness Of These Pursy Times Virtue Itself Of Vice Must Pardon Beg.

He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, He Will Help Thee In Thy Need: If Thou Sorrow, He Will Weep; If Thou Wake, He Cannot Sleep: Thus Of Every Grief In Heart He With Thee Does Bear A Part. These Are Certain Signs To Know Faithful Friend From Flattering Foe.

A Man Cannot Make Him Laugh - But That's No Marvel; He Drinks No Wine.