In friendship I early was taught to believe; . . . . I have found that a friend may profess, yet deceive.

Friendship is Love without his wings!

Friendship is love without wings.

Friendship is Love without his wings!

It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship

And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.