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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 proverb—“Sly and slow
“Love creeps, even where he cannot go;”
To clip his pinions then is vain,
His old propensities remain;
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Has counted twenty, may have seen
How rarely unplum'd Love will stay;
He flies not—but he coolly walks away.
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