Though friendships differ endless in degree ,
The sorts , methinks, may be reduced to three.
Ac quaintance many, and Con quaintance few;
But for In quaintance I know only two–
The friend I’ve mourned with, and the maid I woo!
(Samuel Coleridge)
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