Friendship, 'tis said, is love without his wings, And friendship, sir, is sweet enough for me. - Alfred Austin

He is dead already who doth not feel
Life is worth living still.

[C]harm appertains to the essence of the person or thing endowed with it. It cannot be acquired, it cannot be got rid of, and its results are produced without effort, since the person who has it cannot help producing them.

In vain would science scan and trace
Firmly her aspect. All the while,
There gleams upon her far-off face
A vague unfathomable smile.