'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.
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