A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
From Thomas Moore
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
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