For Auld Lang Syne by Ray Woodward
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* * * * * Oh, the comfort--the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person--having neither to weigh thought nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. --_Muloch_. * * * * * O matchless wisdom; those seem to take the sun out of the world who remove friendship from the pleasures of life: than which we have received nothing better or more pleasant from the gods. --_Cicero_. * * * * * Not on the store of sprightly wine, Nor plenty of delicious meats, Though generous Nature did design To court us with perpetual treats; 'Tis not on these we for content depend, So much as on the shadow of a friend. --_Menander_. |
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