Carisophus. Why, sir, hath not the chain of true friendship linked us two together?
Aristippus. The chiefest link lacked thereof, it must needs dissever.
Carisophus. What link is that? fain would I know.
Aristippus. Honesty.
Carisophus. Doth honesty knit the perfect knot in true friendship?
Aristippus. Yea, truly, and that knot so knit will never slip.
Carisophus. Belike, then, there is no friendship but between honest men.
Aristippus. Between the honest only; for, Amicitia inter bonos,[129] saith a learned man.
Carisophus. Yet evil men use friendship in things unhonest, where fancy doth serve.
Aristippus. That is no friendship, but a lewd liking; it lasts but a while.