For there is no man, that imparteth his joys to his friend, but he joyeth the more; and no man that imparteth his griefs to his friend, but he grieveth the less.
Francis Bacon · Essays
Toasts, celebration & friendship
“For there is no man, that imparteth his joys to his friend, but…”
- Author
- Francis Bacon
- Work
- Essays
- Year
- 1625
- Chapter / part
- Of Friendship
- Length
- 32 words
- Source
- Project Gutenberg eBook #575
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