O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics – Unless I am down with rheumatics. QUINTUS ENNIUS BornFriendshipMyselfPoet
How can life be worth living, if devoid Of the calm trust reposed by friend in friend? What sweeter joy than in the kindred soul, Whose converse differs not from self-communion? QUINTUS ENNIUS CalmConversationFriendshipLifeSoulTrueWorth
