Stan's. 
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The friend 
Who smiles when smoothing down the lonely couch, 
And does kind deeds, which any one can do 
Who has a feeling spirit,—such a friend 
Heals with a searching balsam. 
Percival. 
Lay this into your breast: 
Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best. 
Webster. 
0 summer friendship, 
Whose flattering leaves, that shadowed us in 
Our prosperity, with the least gust drop off 
In the autumn of adversity! 
Massinger. 
When thou art near, 
The sweetest joys still sweeter seem, 
The brightest hopes more bright appear, 
And life is all one happy dream, 
When thou art near. 
Robert Sweney. 
That friendship’s raised on sand, 
Which every sudden gust of discontent, 
Or flowing of our passions, can change 
As if it ne’er had been. 
Massinger. 
