01c. 1723 ADThe Grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature, appall'd, Shakes off her wonted firmness.Robert Blair / quote ↗
02c. 1723 ADThe schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.Robert Blair / quote ↗
03c. 1723 ADFriendship! mysterious cement of the soul! Sweetener of life! and solder of society!Robert Blair / quote ↗
05c. 1723 ADThe cup goes round: And who so artful as to put it by! 'T is long since Death had the majority.Robert Blair / quote ↗
06c. 1723 ADThe good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to return; or if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between.Robert Blair / quote ↗
07UndatedFriendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.Robert Blair / quote ↗