T is sweet to think that whereer we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we re far from the lips we love, We ve but to make love to the lips we are near.
And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear.
The Young May Moon.
Note 1. This image was suggested by the following thought, which occurs somewhere in Sir William Joness Works: The moon looks upon many night-flowers; the night-flower sees but one moon. [back]
Note 2. In imitation of Shenstones inscription, Heu! quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse. [back]