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,

Becomes the richer still, the older,

And proves the pleasanter, the colder.

by Samuel Butler (1612–80), English poet, in Genuine Remains  (1759)

‘Miscellaneous Thoughts’