For Auld Lang Syne by Ray Woodward
page 58 of 92 (63%)
page 58 of 92 (63%)
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--_Tupper_.
* * * * * Heaven forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all. --_Pope_. In friendship we find nothing false or insincere; everything is straightforward, and springs from the heart. --_Cicero_. Keep well thine tongue and keep thy friend. --_Chaucer_. Thy friend will come to thee unsought, With nothing can his love be bought, His soul thine own will know at sight, With him thy heart can speak outright. Greet him nobly, love him well, Show him where your best thoughts dwell, Trust him greatly and for aye; A true friend comes but once your way. * * * * * |
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