Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.

Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.

'Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed' was the ninth beatitude which a man of wit (who, like a man of wit, was a long tim…

Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.