The ape, vilest of beasts, how like to us.

O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics - Unless I am down with rheumatics.

The Roman state stands by ancient customs, and its manhood.

A true friend is a friend when in difficulty

Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.

How can life be worth living, if devoid Of the calm trust reposed by friend in friend? What sweeter joy than in the kindred soul, Whose converse differs not from self-communion?

Don't ask of your friends what you yourself can do.