Friendship to ev’ry willing mind,
Opens a heav’nly treasure;
There may the sons of sorrow find,
Sources of real pleasure.
See what employments men pursue,
Then you will own my words are true,
Friendship alone unfolds to view
Sources of real pleasure.

Poor are the joys which fools esteem,
Fading and transitory,
Mirth is as fleeting as a dream,
Or a delusive story.
Luxury leaves a sting behind,
Wounding the body and the mind,
Only in friendship can we find
Pleasure and solid glory.

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