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

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

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

Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between.

Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious.

How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.