Shall arise on the distant road.
[39]. If wealth a man | has won for himself,
Let him never suffer in need;
Oft he saves for a foe | what he plans for a friend,
For much goes worse than we wish.
[40]. None so free with gifts | or food have I found
That gladly he took not a gift, [[37]]
Nor one who so widely | scattered his wealth
That of recompense hatred he had.
[41]. Friends shall gladden each other | with arms and garments,