I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive like a wildflower when these favour, and when they do not, it is in vain to look for it.

Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security.

All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them.

The unconquerable pang of despised love.

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.

Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.