A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady. - Thomas Moore

The bird let loose in Eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam;
But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.

But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream.

Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they,
But the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true.