Friendship is a sheltering tree.

He went like one that hath been stunn'd, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn.

Alone, Alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never saint took pity on My soul in agony

The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.

Remorse weeps tears of blood.

The doing evil to avoid an evil cannot be good.

For compassion a human heart suffices, but for full and adequate sympathy, with joy, an angel's only.