C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


Loan oft loses both itself and friend.


  • I hate him for he is a Christian:
  • But more, for that, in low simplicity,
  • He lends out money gratis, and brings down
  • The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
  • Shakespeare.

    And whatever you lend, let it be your money, and not your name. Money you may get again, and, if not, you may contrive to do without it; name once lost you cannot get again, and, if you can contrive to do without it, you had better never have been born.


    When you ask for it back again, you find a friend made an enemy by your own kindness. If you begin to press still further—either you must part with that which you have intrusted, or else you must lose that friend.