It cannot find a moment which it may
Call that for which it lived; there is no vow,
Nor pledge thereof, nor first-fruits of its bough,
Nor harvest, and no myrtle crown nor bay.
I wonder if there is anything in this world as beautiful as good strong friendship between two men? They don’t go round doing the molly coddle act; they don’t kiss each other every time they meet; in fact, they never do kiss each other, unless one is lying cold in death; but they are sure one knows the other is always going to stand by him, and they feel that, no matter what happiness, each can rely on the other.
—Unknown.
Others will kiss you while your mouth is red;