For Auld Lang Syne by Ray Woodward
page 57 of 92 (61%)
page 57 of 92 (61%)
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True friends, like ivy and the wall it props,
Both stand together, or together fall. --_Anonymous_. He who cannot feel friendship is alike incapable of love. Let a woman beware of the man who owns that he loves no one but herself. --_Talleyrand_. * * * * * How were friendship possible? In mutual devotedness to the Good and True: otherwise impossible; except as armed neutrality or hollow commercial league. A man, be the heavens ever praised, is sufficient for himself; yet were ten men, united in love, capable of being and doing what ten thousand singly would fail. Infinite is the help man can yield to man! --_Carlyle_. He that hath gained a friend, hath given hostages to fortune. --_Shakespeare_. How often in thy journeyings hast thou made thee instant friends, Found, to be loved a little while, and lost, to meet no more; Friends of happy reminiscences, although so transient in their converse, Liberal, cheerful, and sincere, a crowd of kindly traits. |
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