Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
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.
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.
Ask a woman's advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you're sure to be wise.
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.