Charlotte Smith

“ 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;" ”