He kindly says, ‘defer the parting day,’ 90
But yet may wish me in his heart away;
Nothing but kindness I in him perceive,
In me ’tis kindness then to take my leave.
Why should I grieve if he should weary be?
There have been visitors who wearied me;
He yet may love, and we may part in peace,
Nay, in affection—novelty must cease—
Man is but man; the thing he most desires
Pleases awhile—then pleases not—then tires;