The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the whole world dies
With the setting sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
But the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
--_Francis W. Bourdillon._
1173
One nail by strength drives out another,
So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
--_Shakespeare._
1174
Love is like the moon; when it does not increase, it decreases.
1175