He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need. ——Shakspere.
Flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. ——Milton.
What, keep a week away? Seven days and seven nights?
Eight score and eight hours? ——Shakspere.
Spring and Autumn here
Danc'd hand in hand. ——Milton.
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. ——Burns.
Th' allotted hour of daily sport is o'er,
And Learning beckons from her temple's door? ——Byron.
To know, to esteem, to love, and then to part, Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart. ——Coleridge.
Bad men excuse their faults, good men will leave them.
——Ben Jonson.
He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again. ——Shakspere.
There will little learning die then, that day thou art hanged. ——Shakspere.
Be merry all, be merry all,
With holly dress the festive hall. ——W. R. Spencer.