Two tear drops were floating
down a river. The first one *
asked "who are you from" she
replied, "I’m from a girl whose
man left her. Who you from?"
He replied, "I’m from the man who
regrets letting her go."
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
