Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.

Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.

And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.

All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. [and therefore the solution is to fix the jaundiced eye.]

Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!