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Whom flow'rs alone I knew would little please,
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Dear JOSEPH-five and twenty years ago Alas, how time escapes 'tis even foWith frequent intercourse, and always sweet, And always friendly, we were wont to cheat A tedious hourmand now we never meet! As some grave gentleman in Terence fays, ('Twas therefore much the same in ancient days) Good lack, we know not what to-morrow bringsStrange Auctuation of all human things! True. Changes will befall, and friends may part, But distance only cannot change the heart :.
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Whence comes it then, that in the wane of life, Though nothing have occurr’d to kindle strife, We find the friends we fancied we had won, Though num'rous once, reduc'd to few or none ? Can gold grow worthless that has stood the touch ? No-goid they seem’d, but they were never such.
Horatio's servant once, with bow and cringe, Swinging the parlour-door upon its hinge, Dreading a negative, and overaw'd Left he should trespass, begg’d to go abroad. Go, fellow !-whither ?-turning short about Nay—stay, at home-you're always going out. 'Tis but a step, fir, just at the street's end. For what?-An please you, sir, to see a friend. A friend ! Horatio cried, and seem'd to start Yea marry shalt thou, and with all my heart.
And fetch my cloak : for, though the night be raw, I'll see him too—the first I ever saw.
I knew the man, and knew his nature mild, And was his plaything often when a child ; But somewhat at that moment pinch'd him close, Else he was seldom bitter or morose. Perhaps, his confidence just then betray’d, His grief might prompt him with the speech he made ; Perhaps 'twas mere good-humour gave it birth, The harmless play of pleasantry and mirth. Howe'er it was, his language, in my mind, Bespoke at least a man that knew mankind.
But, not to moralize too much, and strain