On The Aphorism

"L'Amitié est l'Amour sans ailes."

FRIENDSHIP, as some sage poet sings,

Is chasten'd Love, depriv'd of wings,

Without all wish or power to wander;

Less volatile, but not less tender:

Yet says the proverbs­"Sly and slow

"Love creeps, even where he cannot go;"

To clip his pinions then is vain,

His old propensities remain;

And she, who years beyond fifteen,

Has counted twenty, may have seen

How rarely unplum'd Love will stay;

He flies not­but he coolly walks away.