For Auld Lang Syne by Ray Woodward
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heart throbbing almost as if it were a thing alive, for whose honor you
would answer as for your own; that friend, given to you by circumstances over which you have no control, was God's own gift. --_Robertson_. * * * * * If thou neglect thy love to thy neighbor, in vain thou professest thy love to God. --_Quarles_. * * * * * I cannot contentedly frame a prayer for myself in particular, without a catalogue for my friends; nor request a happiness, wherein my sociable disposition doth not desire the fellowship of my neighbor. --_Browne_. * * * * * It's an owercome sooth for age an' youth And it brooks wi' nae denial, That the dearest friends are the auldest friends And the young are just on trial. There's a rival bauld wi' young an' auld And it's him that has bereft me; |
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