She will, and she will not, she grants, denies, Consents, retracts, advances, and then flies. - George Granville

Youth is the proper time for love,
And age is virtue's season.

Oh my lov'd friend! till now I never knew
The pangs of parting friendship.
At distance I have tasted of the pain,
When the rude morn has sundered us away,
To our repose: but by my soul, I swear
Even then my eyes would drop a silent tear,
Repugnant still to close, and shut out thee.

The sun is set—but see in bright array
What hosts of heav'nly light recruit the day!
Love in a shining galaxy appears
Triumphant still.