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• Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! Sweetener of life!
  and solder of society! -- Robert Blair (1699-1747) -- The Grave, Part i, Line 88...
• The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.
  -- Robert Blair (1699-1747) -- The Grave, Part i, Line 58...
• The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to retu
  or if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between....
• The Grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou 'rt named
  Nature, appall'd, Shakes off her wonted firmness....
• The cup goes round: And who so artful as to put it by!
  'T is long since Death had the majority....
• Remembrance and reflection how allied! What thin partitions sense from thought divide!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 225...
• Not always actions show the man; we find Who does a kindness is not therefore kind.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle i, Line 109...
• Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 109...
• While Memory watches o'er the sad review Of joys that faded like the morning dew.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 45...