Sol 6.1

  1. If you would count someone a close friend, let none appeal to you

    Who is miserly over the little you possess.

  2. For whatever you receive from me, all

    You can expect is sincere submission and acceptance.

  3. Nor am I like an aloof man who, whenever I meet him,

    Scowls like an angry man as he speaks.

  4. Nor a fickle fellow like a goat, whose milk-flow, at its longest,

    And motherly fondness last two days, then vanish.

  5. Nor am I like a cloud whose thunder people hear,

    While beneath the rustling it withholds rain and is barren.

Sol 6.1