One Man Restored Our Fortunes

O Friend Unseen, Unborn, Unknown, Student Of Our Sweet English Tongue, I Never Indulge In Poetics - Unless I Am Down With Rheumatics.

A True Friend Is Distinguished In The Crisis Of Hazard And Necessity; When The Gallantry Of His Aid May Show The Worth Of His Soul And The Loyalty Of His Heart.

Here Is He Laid To Whom For Daring Deed, Nor Friend Nor Foe Could Render Worthy Meed.

Let No One Honour Me With Tears, Or Bury Me With Lamentation. Why? Because I Fly Hither And Thither, Living In The Mouths Of Me. [lat., Nemo Me Lacrymis Decoret, Nec Funera Fletu. Faxit Cur? Volito Vivu' Per Ora Virum.]

Don't Ask Of Your Friends What You Yourself Can Do.