Tom, whatever be the end of this friendship betwixt us, believe that I have loved you.

It is my luckless lot to bring misfortune at times to those who consort with me; yet methinks they have their fierce tastes of joy, too.

Tom, I shall not forget you.

I shall hear of you.

I shall sometimes see you; and I shall be your friend, whether or not you believe it now.
You shall not always need to dwell in the forest.