Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.

Friends help; others pity.

You should be nicer to him,' a schoolmate had once said to me of some awfully ill-favored boy. 'He has no friends.' This, I realized with a pang of pity that I can still remember, was only true as long as everybody agreed to it.

Forsake not an old friend; for the new is not comparable to him: a new friend is as new wine; when it is old, thou shalt drink it with pleasure.

Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.

Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.