My grandmother used to take great delight in quoting snippets of Tennyson’s poetry– especially bits about spring and love. She often had her own version of his famous lines, however. “In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love,” morphed into, “...a young man’s fancy, and an old one’s not too bad.” And she warned us about what could happen once the headiness of new love wore off by saying, “He will hold thee, when its passion will have spent its novel force, / something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.”