For Auld Lang Syne by Ray Woodward
page 82 of 92 (89%)
page 82 of 92 (89%)
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nature is more blest and fair? It is where those we love abide. Though
that space be small, ample is it above kingdoms; though it be a desert, through it runs the river of Paradise, and there are the enchanted bowers." --_Unknown_. * * * * * My coat and I live comfortably together. It has assumed all my wrinkles, does not hurt me anywhere, has moulded itself on my deformities, and is complacent to all my movements, and I only feel its presence because it keeps me warm. Old coats and old friends are the same thing. --_Hugo_. * * * * * Judge not thy friend until thou standest in his place. --_Rabbi Hillel_. * * * * * Let no man think he is loved by any man when he loves no man. --_Epictetus_. * * * * * |
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