If it'll please you, i'll die of depression. My mouth, shut at last, won't upset your moods. Once i felt you turned to me as a friend, but now you turn aside - life's altered you. That natural law of change, decay and death works within us all, but you cannot wait to see me go. I hopd God cripples your haste.

Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence. True friendship is a plat of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation