Thomas Moore

Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still.

Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.

The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

No, there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.

Came but for friendship, and took away love.

A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.