The love where Death has set his seal, Nor age can chill, nor rival steal, Nor falsehood disavow.

Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!

And thou wert lovely to the last, Extinguish'd, not decay'd; As stars that shoot along the sky Shine brightest as they fall from high.

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest, Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp North, without …

'Who told you that there is no true, faithful, eternal love in this world! May the liar's vile tongue be cut out!'

They sin who tell us love can die; With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity.