When friendships man, he acts alone || it makes each step uncertain.
What arcanum’s quest should he propone || in suasion of its question?

To seek wise words of mind’s alert || what purpose binds them gravely.
When presence did, again assert || such baring of truths bravely.

So take that taper, lit by thought || and shield it from intrusion
Where gamins have it, secret sought || in seisen of collusion.

So with each stride, man’s will provide || upon life’s, dark laid path.
His lantern set by encheers side || fears, not ill feature's wrath.

For guidance comes in many forms || where trust sees not foreclosure:
A beckoned hand is one that warms || to make another’s much the bolder.

For let vade-mecum hide not its light || or fade in wasted searching.
When Anemoi of its fletched flight || is worth man’s time attesting.

For worth’s own value has its pledge || a princely sum unsundered
To test the mettle of its swage || and leave true cost less cumbered.

Mor.