He ought not to pretend to friendship's name, Who reckons not himself and friend the same. - Sir Samuel Tuke, 1st Baronet

Friendship's an empty name, made to deceive Those whose good nature tempts them to believe: There's no such thing on earth; the best that we Can hope for here is faint neutrality.

A fop? In this brave, licentious age
To bring his musty morals on the stage? Rhime us to reason? and our lives redress In metre, as Druids did the savages.

Happiness is a stranger to mankind, And, like to a forc'd motion, it is ever Strongest at the beginning; then languishing With time, grows weary of our company.