Author: Hamlet (---.ph.ph.cox.net)
Date: 09-09-05 02:43
The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the
spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him with
his friendship. --Ralph Waldo EmersonI don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and
T. S. Eliot
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book, this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look! what thy memory cannot contain,
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
These offices, so oft as thou wilt look,
Shall profit thee and much enrich thy book.