'L'Amitié est l'Amour sans ailes.' <br />FRIENDSHIP, as some sage poet sings, <br />Is chasten'd Love, depriv'd of wings, <br />Without all wish or power to wander; <br />Less volatile, but not less tender: <br />Yet says the proverbs'Sly and slow <br />'Love creeps, even where he cannot go;' <br />To clip his pinions then is vain, <br />His old propensities remain; <br /> <br />And she, who years beyond fifteen, <br />Has counted twenty, may have seen <br />How rarely unplum'd Love will stay; <br />He flies notbut he coolly walks away.<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-aphorism/
