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"A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou."
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"A friend is someone who will always be there for you, in good and hard times."
"Don't appreciate me, I'm not up to it. Don't criticize me, I don't deserve it. Just be my friend and forgive me, because I am craving for it."
"Friendship is a gift forever;Cherish everyday, forget it never"
"Friendships - and indeed most relationships - are measured in the closeness of hearts, minds and soul ties... not in the distance of physical miles or even the passing of time."
"Rejoicing in our joy, not suffering over our suffering, makes someone a friend."
"If we take matrimony at it's lowest, we regard it as a sort of friendship recognised by the police."
"A good friend loves you when the condition is better, a best friend holds your hand when you're in gutter."
"What lies before us? Horrible thoughts arise in my heart. If we had died before today we should have been happy."
"A good friend is someone who can love you like a dog and talk to you like a human."
"The depth of friendship depends on the depth of our love."
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"And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Robe of Honor Well, I often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell."
"The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes."
"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it."
"If you can prove to me that one miracle took place, I will believe he is a just God who damned us all because a woman ate an apple."
"Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too."
"There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see."
"I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head."
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