Fragment 10: The Three Sorts of FriendsViewed 296 times
Though friendships differ endless in degree ,
The sorts , methinks, may be reduced to three.
Ac quaintance many, and Con quaintance few;
But for In quaintance I know only two—
The friend I've mourned with, and the maid I woo!
For shame, dear friend, renounce this canting strai …
What would'st thou have a good great man obtain?
Place? titles? salary? a gilded chain?
Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?
Where may the grave of that good man be?—
By the side of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
It hath not been my use to pray
With moving lips or bended knees;
The Raven 1798
Underneath an old oak tree
There was of swine a huge company
That grunted as they crunched the mast:
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost
Beauties and feelings, such as would have been
Are there two things, of all which men possess,
That are so like each other and so near,
As mutual Love seems like to Happiness?