"If a man does not make new acquaintances as he advances through life, he will soon find himself left alone; one should keep his friendships in constant repair"
Fairy Land iii
by William Shakespeare
COME unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,--
The wild waves whist,--
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
The watch-dogs bark:
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer