A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry
The soul of man was made to walk the skies.
Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.