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.

A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.

The child is father of the man.

Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

And mighty poets in their misery dead.