Oliver Goldsmith on Friendship
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“I love everything that's old, — old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.”
“He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack; For he knew, when he pleas'd, he could whistle them back.”
“And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep?”