Ah, Chloris, since it may not be,
That thou of love wilt hear;
If from the lover thou maun flee,
Yet let the friend be dear.
Ah, Chloris, since it may not be,
That thou of love wilt hear;
If from the lover thou maun flee,
Yet let the friend be dear.
Whose arms of love would grasp the human race:
Come thou who giv'st with all a courtier's grace;
Friend of my Life, true patron of my rhymes!
The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.
Your lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry.... Friendship... had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me God of love only knows where.
Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn O Death, the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best.
Here's a bottle and an honest friend!
Awa ye selfish, war'ly race,
Wha think that havins, sense, an' grace,
Ev'n love an' friendship should give place
To catch-the-plack!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories