Admiration begins where acquaintance ceases

Sir, I look upon every day to be lost, in which I do not make a new acquaintance

There are charms made only for distant admiration.

I look upon every day to be lost, in which I do not make a new acquaintance.

Acquaintance many, and conquaintance few, But for inquaintance I know only two - The friend I've wept and the maid I woo

In wonder all philosophy began, in wonder it ends, and admiration fill up the interspace; but the first wonder is the offspring of ignorance, the last is the parent of adoration