Saturday, September 15, 2012

False Friendships

There is nothing that hurts more than discovering that a person you thought was a good friend was no friend at all, and apparently had never intended to be.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind.
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude.
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
 
Heigh-ho, sing heigh-ho, unto the green holly.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Then heigh-ho, the holly.
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot.
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.

Heigh-ho, sing heigh-ho, unto the green holly.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Then heigh-ho, the holly.
This life is most jolly.

 
Well, Shakespeare's characters (this is from As You Like It) are always more cynical than the plays they're in.  It's all in a much wider context.  And our revels have not yet ended.

Our Lady of Sorrows, pray for us!

 

3 comments:

Kevin O'Brien said...

But at least it feels good to hit rock bottom!

Benjamin. said...

I suppose this has something to do with EWTN.

Red Cardigan said...

I'm so sorry to hear about this. Will "take" you to Mass with me this a.m. (I often say that having to be at Mass at 8:30 every Sunday is the biggest penance I can offer God--not being a morning person, and all). :) God bless!