The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!
The cold, the changed, ...
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Friendship is Love without his wings!
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.
I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.
