He is half of a blessed man. Left to be finished by such as she; and s >>
Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself. >>
Love all, but trust a few. >>
Remember, your prerogative is to govern, and not to serve the things o >>
We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. >>
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, c >>
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow) For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, and weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe, and moan the expense of many a vanished sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, and heavily from woe to woe tell over the sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, all losses are restored and sorrows end.