Here you will find the Poem On The Aphorism of poet Charlotte Smith
'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;' To clip his pinions then is vain, His old propensities remain; And she, who years beyond fifteen, Has counted twenty, may have seen How rarely unplum'd Love will stay; He flies notbut he coolly walks away.
