friend (n.)
- acquaintance
- adherent
- advocate
- ally
- amigo
- angel
- associate
- baby
- backer
- beau
- bedfellow
- benefactor
- bird
- boyfriend
- chum
- co-worker
- cocker
- cohort
- colleague
- compatriot
- compeer
- comrade
- concubine
- confederate
- confidant
- confidante
- confrere
- crony
- doxy
- escort
- familiar
- fellow
- financier
- girl
- intimate
- investor
- lover
- man
- mate
- mistress
- moll
- pal
- partner
- patron
- playmate
- roomie
- squeeze
- supporter
- sweetheart
- twist
- woman
friend (v.)
Friend after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end.
And choose an author as you choose a friend.
For when did friendship take
A breed for barren metal of his friend?
He used to say that it was better to have one friend of great value than many friends who were good for nothing.
Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.
Be kind to my remains; and oh defend,
Against your judgment, your departed friend!
Neither make thy friend equal to a brother; but if thou shalt have made him so, be not the first to do him wrong.
Faithful are the wounds of a friend.
A fav'rite has no friend!
Forsake not an old friend, for the new is not comparable unto him. A new friend is as new wine: when it is old thou shalt drink it with pleasure.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear,
He gained from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.
I 've often wish'd that I had clear,
For life, six hundred pounds a year;
A handsome house to lodge a friend;
A river at my garden's end;
A terrace walk, and half a rood
Of land set out to plant a wood.
But in deede,
A friend is never knowne till a man have neede.
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
In death a hero, as in life a friend!
I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd,—
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!
But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.
Nothing is there more friendly to a man than a friend in need.
The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
And proves, by thumping on your back,
His sense of your great merit,
Is such a friend that one had need
Be very much his friend indeed
To pardon or to bear it.
When Zeno was asked what a friend was, he replied, "Another I."
Honest men esteem and value nothing so much in this world as a real friend. Such a one is as it were another self, to whom we impart our most secret thoughts, who partakes of our joy, and comforts us in our affliction; add to this, that his company is an everlasting pleasure to us.
He was once asked what a friend is, and his answer was, "One soul abiding in two bodies."
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Honest men esteem and value nothing so much in this world as a real friend. Such a one is as it were another self, to whom we impart our most secret thoughts, who partakes of our joy, and comforts us in our affliction; add to this, that his company is an everlasting pleasure to us.
But it was even thou, my companion, my guide, and mine own familiar friend.
My God, my Father, and my Friend,
Do not forsake me at my end.
The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
And proves, by thumping on your back,
His sense of your great merit,
Is such a friend that one had need
Be very much his friend indeed
To pardon or to bear it.
Forsake not an old friend, for the new is not comparable unto him. A new friend is as new wine: when it is old thou shalt drink it with pleasure.
By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see
For one who hath no friend, no brother there.
Officious, innocent, sincere,
Of every friendless name the friend.
Green be the turf above thee,
Friend of my better days!
None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.
O Music! sphere-descended maid,
Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!
Thou hast been called, O sleep! the friend of woe;
But 't is the happy that have called thee so.
By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see
For one who hath no friend, no brother there.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
And friend received with thumps upon the back.
Who God doth late and early pray
More of his grace than gifts to lend;
And entertains the harmless day
With a religious book or friend.
Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe,
Bold I can meet,—perhaps may turn his blow!
But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send,
Save, save, oh save me from the candid friend!
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
A man that hath friends must show himself friendly; and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.
A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of Nature.
Good bye, proud world! I'm going home;
Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine.
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,
And welt'ring in his blood;
Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed,
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.
Can't I another's face commend,
And to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly your forehead lowers,
As if her merit lessen'd yours?
But he whose inborn worth his acts commend,
Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.
Friend to my life, which did not you prolong,
The world had wanted many an idle song.
I am a great friend to public amusements; for they keep people from vice.
Art thou a friend to Roderick?
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end,
Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remember'd tolling a departing friend.
Treat your friend as if he might become an enemy.
Friend after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end.
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end,
Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.
The world is not thy friend nor the world's law.
