Quote#Friendship
Friends.. old friends
Quote byWilliam Ernest Henley · 1849–1903
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: A Book of Verses (1888), "Life and Death (Echoes)", XLI.
English (original)
Friends.. old friends... One sees how it ends. A woman looks Or a man tells lies, And the pleasant brooks And the quiet skies, Ruined with brawling And caterwauling, Enchant no more As they did before; And so it ends With friends.
— William Ernest Henley
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