“Speak no ill of a friend, nor even of an enemy.”
Pittacus of Mytilene Greek sage
As quoted by Diogenes Laërtius, i. 78.
“No dolphin came, no Nereid stirred;
Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard.
A favourite has no friend!”
St. 6 <br class="br"> On the Death of a Favourite Cat http://www.thomasgray.org/cgi-bin/display.cgi?text=odfc (1747)
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