What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
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.
All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.
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.
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
No, there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
Ask a woman's advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you're sure to be wise.
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