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

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

Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.

That discipline which corrects the eagerness of worldly passions, which fortifies the heart with virtuous principles, which enlightens the mind with useful knowledge, and furnishes to it matter of enjoyment from within itself, is of more consequence to real felicity than all the provisions which we can make of the goods of fortune.

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.

Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance