Though friendships differ endless in degree ,
The sorts , methinks, may be reduced to three.
Ac quaintance many, and Con quaintance few;
But for In quaintance I know only two--
The friend I've mourned with, and the maid I woo!
Back to Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓
To be able to leave a comment here you must be registered. Log in or Sign up.