“Stately, kindly, lordly friend
Condescend
Here to sit by me.”

“May I never sit on a tribunal where my friends shall not find more favor from me than strangers.”

Themistocles (-524–-459 BC) Athenian statesman

“Friend after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end.”

James Montgomery (1771–1854) British editor, hymn writer, and poet

“Engvall and his wife are packing up their stuff to move, with a U-Haul sitting in their driveway.
Friend: Y'all movin?
Engvall: Nope, me and the wife just like to pack all our stuff up once or twice a week, see how many boxes it takes. Here's your sign.”

Bill Engvall (1957) American comedian and actor

“These days I sit on cornerstones
And count the time in quarter-tones to ten, my friend
Don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them.”

Jackson Browne (1948) American singer-songwriter

“Once my lover, now my friend;
What a cruel thing to pretend.
What a cunning way to condescend;
Once my lover, and now my friend.Oh, you creep up like the clouds
And you set my soul at ease.
Then you let your love abound,
And you bring me to my knees.”

Fiona Apple (1977) singer-songwriter, musician

“I am sitting on the sofa.
By the fire and staying in.
Me head is free of comfort
And me nose is free of skin
Me friends have run for cover,
They have left me pale and sick
With me pockets full of tissues
And me nostrils full of Vick.”

Pam Ayres (1947) English poet, songwriter and presenter of radio and television programmes

“Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget.”

Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797–1839) English poet, songwriter, dramatist, and writer

“Who kindly sets a wand'rer on his way
Does e'en as if he lit another's lamp by his:
No less shines his, when he his friend's hath lit.”
Homo qui erranti comiter monstrat viam, Quasi lumen de suo lumine accendat facit; Nihilo minus ipsi lucet, cum illi accenderit.

Ennius (-239–-169 BC) Roman writer

“i been meek, and hard like an oak, i seen pretty people disappear like smoke. friends will arrive, friends will disappear. if you want me, honey baby, i'll be here.”

Bob Dylan (1941) American singer-songwriter, musician, author, and artist