Nor be, what man should ever be, The friend of Beauty in distress.
Nor be, what man should ever be, The friend of Beauty in distress.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
My days, though few, have passed below
In much of joy, but more of woe;
Yet still in hours of love or strife,
I've 'scaped the weariness of life:
Now leagued with friends, now girt by foes,
I loathed the languor of repose.
Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one's partners in the waltz of this world --not much remembered when the ball is over.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories