Timon

Man's comfort comes from friendship truly given
Not bought, not owed, not exercised by right,
Simply self-wrung from hearts that would be riven
Did they not give their free love in delight.
If this is sun, then forcéd love is night,
Dark and obscure, half-lit by mere reflection,
Feigning to be a substitute for light,
But only serving by a misdirection.
Only the blind mistake for true affection
Such a deceit, and every soul has eyes
With which to see, and offer up correction
To those whose hearts love only in such wise.
Therefore I joy, whose friends give in my need
Not out of duty, but from love indeed.