For Auld Lang Syne by Ray Woodward
page 69 of 92 (75%)
page 69 of 92 (75%)
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And from the all-communicating air.
--_Shelley_. * * * * * A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows; One should our interests and our passions be, My friend must hate the man that injures me. --_Pope_. * * * * * A friend should bear his friend's infirmities. --_Shakespeare_. * * * * * Be yourself, simple, honest, and unpretending, and you will enjoy through life the respect and love of friends. --_Sherman_. * * * * * Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Turn the old; return to them. |
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