A ruddy drop of manly blood
The surging sea outweighs;
The world uncertain comes and goes,
The lover rooted stays.
Epigraph to friendship.  R.W.  EMERSON.

  Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! 
  Sweet’ner of life! and solder of society!
The Grave.  R. BLAIR.

Friendship is the cement of two minds,
As of one man the soul and body is;
Of which one cannot sever but the other
Suffers a needful separation.
Revenge.  G. CHAPMAN.

A friendship that like love is warm,
A love like friendship steady.
How Shall I Woo?  T. MOORE.

             Friendship’s the image of
  Eternity, in which there’s nothing
  Movable, nothing mischievous.
Endymion.  J. LILLY.

Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;
Friendship is a sheltering tree;
O the Joys, that came down shower-like,
Of Friendship, Love, and Liberty,
Ere I was old!
Youth and Age.  S.T.  COLERIDGE.

  ’T is sweet, as year by year we lose
  Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
  How grows in Paradise our store.
Burial of the Dead.  J. KEBLE.

  I praise the Frenchman,[A] his remark was shrewd,
  How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude! 
  But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
  Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.
Retirement.  W. COWPER.

[Footnote A:  La Bruyere, says Bartlett.]

  Friendship’s an abstract of love’s noble flame,
  ’Tis love refined, and purged from all its dross,
  ’Tis next to angel’s love, if not the same.
Friendship:  A Poem.  CATH.  PHILLIPS.

  Heaven gives us friends to bless the present scene;
  Resumes them, to prepare us for the next.
Night Thoughts.  DR. E. YOUNG.

  A day for toil, an hour for sport,
  But for a friend is life too short.
Considerations by the Way.  R.W.  EMERSON.

  But sweeter none than voice of faithful friend;
  Sweet always, sweetest heard in loudest storm. 
  Some I remember, and will ne’er forget.
Course of Time, Bk, V.  R. POLLOK.

  A generous friendship no cold medium knows,
  Burns with one love, with one resentment glows;
  One should our interests and our passions be,
  My friend must hate the man that injures me.
Iliad, Bk.  IX.  HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

   Nor hope to find
  A friend, but what has found a friend in thee.
Night Thoughts.  Night II.  DR. E. YOUNG.

  Friendship, peculiar boon of Heaven,
    The noble mind’s delight and pride,
  To men and angels only given,
    To all the lower world denied.
Friendship:  An Ode.  DR. S. JOHNSON.

  Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar: 
  The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
  Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel.
Hamlet, Act i.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.