Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.
Quote by Robert Blair
Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon...
Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between.
How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.
Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being...
Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance
When it draws near to witching time of night.
The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted...
Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature.
Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance.