types II

Children begin by loving their parents.
After a time they judge them.
Rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.

Oscar Wilde

the stone

Underneath every stone
there lies hidden a scorpion, dear friend.
Take care, or he will sting you.
All concealment is treachery.

Anonymous drinking songs

Edwin and Angela

And what is friendship but a name,
A charm that bells to sleep ;
A shade that follows wealth or fame,
But leaves the wretch to weep ?

Oliver Goldsmith