I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd,— How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.
William Cowper
Friendship
I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd,— How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.
William Cowper
Retirement. Line 739.
Recorded in John Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, ninth edition, 1905 printing.