FRIENDSHIP. 289 FRIENDSHIP. Friendship is constant in all other things, Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues; And trust no agent. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, SHAKSPEARE. If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak'st his ear A friend should bear his friend's infirmities. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. Who shall compare love's mean and gross desire The joys of friendship, GAY'S Drone. The trust, security, and mutual tenderness, Friendship above all ties does bind the heart, RowL. LORD ORRERY. First on thy friend deliberate with thyself; YOUNG'S Night Thoughts 200 FRIENDSHIP. Hope not to find A friend, but what has found a friend in thee; YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. The friendships of the world are oft ADDISON'S Cato Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! And what is friendship but a name, A sound that follows wealth and fame, BLAIR'S Grave. GOLDSMITH'S Hermit. Friendship is not a plant of hasty growth; Thou art the friend, JOANNA BAILLIE To whom the shadows of long years extend. BYRON'S Childe Harold Though human, thou didst not deceive me, Though woman, thou didst not forsake, BYRON FRIENDSHIP. He, who, malignant, tears an absent friend, 291 FRANCIS' Horace. A generous friendship no cold medium knows, My friend must hate the man who injures me. How much to be priz'd and esteem'd is a friend, MRS. MARGARET SMITH Oh, friendship! thou balm and sweet'ner of life! When our lives MRS. MARGARET SMITH Were link'd in one, and our young hearts bloom'd out, Pouring the dewy odours of life's spring Friends my soul with joy remembers! On the hearthstone of my heart! B. B. THATCHER. H. W. LONGFELLOW Yes, the summer of life passes quickly away, Soon the winter of age sheds its snow on the heart, But the warm sun of Friendship, that gilded youth's day, Shall still thro' the dark clouds a soft ray impart. A GIBBS. 292 FRUITS-FUNERAL, &c. Sweet lady, wilt thou think of me When Friendship's flowers are round thee wreathing. Within thy ear is softly breathing? MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY. In after years, when thou, perchance, Rest on this tribute-think of me- FRUITS.- (See FLOWERS.) J. T. WATSON FUNERAL-MOURNING Do not for ever, with thy veiled lids, Seek for thy noble father in the dust; WIDOW. Thou know'st 't is common; all that live, must die, SHAKSPEARE. Why is the hearse with 'scutcheous blazon'd round, It only serves to prove the living vain. GAY'S Trivia. BARON. They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness. FUNERAL-MOURNING - WIDOW. Of all 293 The fools, who flock'd to swell or see the show, BYRON'S Vision of Judgment. Groans and convulsions, and discolour'd faces, Prone on the lonely grave of the dear man The past endearments of their softer hours, NAT. LEE. BLAIR'S Grave. Thus, day by day, and month by month, we pass'd; I tore my gown, I soil'd my locks with dust, To hide the flood of tears I did not shed. POPE, What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year? And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show! POFE Death's seneschal! 't is thine to trace For each his proper look and place; How aunts should weep, where uncles stand. With hostile cousins, hand in hand; Give matchless gloves, and fitly shape By length of face the length of crape. HON. N. BIDDLE's Ode to Bogle. |