Happiness May Have But One Night, As

What A Frightful Weapon Is Human Thought! It Is Our Defense And Our Safeguard, The Most Precious Gift That God Has Made Us. It Is Ours And It Obeys Us; We May Launch It Forth Into Space, But, Once Outside Of Our Feeble Brains, It Is Gone; We Can No Longer Control It.

Each Memorable Verse Of A True Poet Has Two Or Three Times The Written Content.

Oh! My Friend, When You Feel Bursting On Your Lips The Vow Of Eternal Love, Do Not Be Afraid To Yield, But Do Not Confound Wine With Intoxication; Do Not Think The Cup Divine Because The Draft Is Of Celestial Flavor; Do Not Be Astonished To Find It Broken And Empty In The Evening.

Take Love As A Sober Man Takes Wine; Do Not Become A Drunkard. If Your Mistress Is Sincere And Faithful, Love Her For That; But If She Is Not, If She Is Merely Young And Beautiful, Love Her For That; If She Is Agreeable And Spirituelle, Love Her For That; If She Is None Of These Things But Merely Loves You, Love Her For That. Love Does Not Come To Us Every Day.

The Return Makes One Love The Farewell.