Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.

Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon as it has passed that point, begins to verge towards decay.

The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness.

When it draws near to witching time of night.

Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit, That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart, And gives it a new pulse unknown before!

Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.

Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.