As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.

We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small; because it seems to carry in it an intimation of their own influence, importance or worth.

A friend is worth all hazards we can run.

The spirit walks of every day deceased.

Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.