And What Is Friendship But A Name,

Remote, Unfriended, Melancholy, Slow, Or By The Lazy Scheld Or Wandering Po.

To Me More Dear, Congenial To My Heart, One Native Charm, Than All The Gloss Of Art.

Ill Fares The Land, To Hastening Ills A Prey, Where Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay.

There Is One Way By Which A Strolling Player May Be Ever Secure Of Success; That Is, In Our Theatrical Way Of Expressing It, To Make A Great Deal Of The Character. To Speak And Act As In Common Life Is Not Playing, Nor Is It What People Come To See; Natural Speaking, Like Sweet Wine, Runs Glibly Over The Palate And Scarcely Leaves Any Taste Behind It; But Being High In A Part Resembles Vinegar, Which Grates Upon The Taste, And One Feels It While He Is Drinking.

Where Wealth Accumulates, Men Decay.