What is bestowed on our friends is beyond the reach of fortune; the
riches that thou hast given away are the only riches that thou really
possessest.

--_Martial_.

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Well chosen friendship, the most noble
Of virtues, all our joys makes double
And into halves divides our trouble.

--_Denham_.

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We are most of us very lonely in this world; you who have any who love
you, cling to them and thank God.

--_Thackeray_.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since canceled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,