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Abashed the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her own shape how lovely; saw And pined his loss.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 846.
A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.— MONTAIGNE — Essays. Of Solitude.
When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; When health is lost, something is lost; When character is lost, all is lost! Motto Over the Walls of a School in Germany. That puts it not unto the touch To win or lose it all.— NAPIER — Montrose and the Covenanters. Montrose's Poems. No. 1. Vol. II.
P. 566, Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and forever!— SCOTT — Lady of the Lake. Canto III. St. 16.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.— Shakespeare — Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 1.
But over all things brooding slept The quiet sense of something lost.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Pt. LXXVIII. St. 2.
That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Pt. VI.
S. St. 2. No man can lose what he never had.— IZAAK WALTON — The Complete Angler. Pt. I. Ch. V.
On all important time, thro' ev'ry age, Tho' much, and warm, the wise have urged; the man Is yet unborn, who duly weighs an hour, "I've lost a day"-the prince who nobly cried Had been an emperor without his crown; Of Rome? say rather, lord of human race.— YOUNG — Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 97.
Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, Hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee!— ADDISON — Rosamond. Act III. Sc. 2.
When love once pleads admission to our hearts, (In spite of all the virtue we can boast), The woman that deliberates is lost.— ADDISON — Cato. Act IV. Sc. 1.
When love's well-timed 'tis not a fault to love; The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise, Sink in the soft captivity together.— ADDISON — Cato. Act III. Sc. 1.
Ask not of me, love, what is love? Ask what is good of God above; Ask of the great sun what is light; Ask what is darkness of the night; Ask sin of what may be forgiven; Ask what is happiness of heaven; Ask what is folly of the crowd; Ask what is fashion of the shroud; Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss; Ask of thyself what beauty is.— BAILEY — Festus. Sc. A Party and
Entertainment. Could I love less, I should be happier now.— BAILEY — Festus. Sc. Garden and
Bower by the Sea. I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.— BAILEY — Festus. Sc. A Party and
Entertainment. Love spends his all, and still hath store.— BAILEY — Festus. Sc. A Party and
Entertainment. The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.— BAILEY — Festus. Sc. Alcove and
Garden. The truth of truths is love.— BAILEY — Festus. Sc. Another and a
Better World. How many times do I love, again? Tell me how many beads there are In a silver chain Of evening rain Unravelled from the trembling main And threading the eye of a yellow star :- So many times do I love again.— THOS. LOVELL BEDDOES — How Many
Times. To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole, But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole.— WILLIAM BLAKE — Couplets and
Fragments. IV. I am young-so is she-and how fair! Then love shall my moments employ; I am caught by her berry brown hair, And the rose on her cheek is my joy!— BLOOMFIELD — Hazelwood Hall. Act I. Sc. 1.
Love in a shower safe shelter took, In a rosy bower beside a brook, And winked and nodded with conscious pride To his votaries drenched on the other side. Come hither, sweet maids, there's a bridge below, The toll-keeper, Hymen, will let you through, Come over the stream to me.— BLOOMFIELD — Glee. St. 1.
Love is that orbit of the restless soul Whose circle grazes the confines of space, Bounding within the limits of its race Utmost extremes.— GEO. H. BOKER — Sonnet. Love is
Love is that Orbit. Love is like fire. *** Wounds of fire are hard to bear; harder still are those of love.— HJALMAR HJORTH BOYESEN — Gunnar. Ch. IV.
Much ado there was, God wot; He woold love, and she woold not, She sayd, "Never man was trewe;" He sayes, "None was false to you."— NICHOLAS BRETON — Phillida and
Corydon. There is musick, even in the beauty and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument.— SIR THOS. BROWNE — Religio Medici. Pt. II. Sec. IX.
Behold me! I am worthy Of thy loving, for I love thee!— E. B. BROWNING — Lady Geraldine's Courtship. St. 79.
But I love you, sir: And when a woman says she loves a man, The man must hear her, though he love her not.— E. B. BROWNING — Aurora Leigh. Bk. IX.
For none can express thee, though all should approve thee. I love thee so, Dear, that I only can love thee.— S. E. B. BROWNING — Insufficiency.
I would not be a rose upon the wall A queen might stop at, near the palace-door, To say to a courtier, "Pluck that rose for me, It's prettier than the rest." O Romney Leigh! I'd rather far be trodden by his foot, Than lie in a great queen's bosom.— E. B. BROWNING — Aurora Leigh. Bk. IV.
Who can fear Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll- Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year? Say thou dost love me, love me, love me-toll The silver iterance!-only minding, Dear, To love me also in silence, with thy soul.— E. B. BROWNING — Sonnets from the
Portuguese. Sonnet XXI. Whoever lives true life, will love true love.— E. B. BROWNING — Aurora Leigh. Bk. I. L. 1096.
I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds All the world's loves in its unworldliness.— ROBERT BROWNING — Blot in the 'Scutcheon. Act II. Sc. 1.
Love begins with love. C.— DE LA BRUYÈRE — The Characters and Manners of the Present Age. Ch. IV.
What, know you not, old man (quoth he)- Your hair is white, your face is wise- That Love must kiss that Mortal's eyes Who hopes to see fair Arcady? No gold can buy you entrance there; But beggared Love may go all bare- No wisdom won with weariness; But love goes in with Folly's dress- No fame that wit could ever win; But only Love may lead Love in. To Arcady, to Arcady.— H. C. BUNNER — The Way to Arcady.
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.— BURNS — Song. Ae Fond Kiss.
Oh my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; Oh my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune.— BURNS — A Red, Red Rose.
The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.— BURNS — Highland Mary.
And this is that Homer's golden chain, which reacheth down from heaven to earth, by which every creature is annexed, and depends on his Creator.— BURTON — Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III. Sec. 1. Memb. 1.
Subsec. 7. No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread.— BURTON — Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III. Sec. 2. Memb. 1.
Subsec. 2. Love is a boy by poets styl'd: Then spare the rod and spoil the child.— BUTLER — Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto I. L. 843.
What mad lover ever dy'd, To gain a soft and gentle bride? Or for a lady tender-hearted, In purling streams or hemp departed?— BUTLER — Hudibras. Pt. III. Canto I.
I love my neighbor as myself, Myself like him too, by his leave, Nor to his pleasure, power or pelf Came I to crouch, as I conceive. Dame Nature doubtless has designed A man the monarch of his mind.— JOHN BYROM — Careless Content.
When things were as fine as could possibly be I thought 'twas the spring; but alas it was she.— JOHN BYROM — A Pastoral.
Alas! the love of women! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing.— BYRON — Don Juan. Canto II. St. 199.
And to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him.— BYRON — The Dream. St. 2.
In her first passion woman loves her lover; In all the others, all she loves is love.— BYRON — Don Juan. Canto III. St. 3.
See also LA ROCHEFOUCAULD. Maxims, No. 497. Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence: man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart, Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.— BYRON — Don Juan. Canto I. St. 194.
Oh Love! young Love! bound in thy rosy band, Let sage or cynic prattle as he will, These hours, and only these, redeem Life's years of ill.— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto II. St. 81.
O! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her! S.— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 177.
She knew she was by him beloved, she knew For quickly comes such knowledge, that his heart Was darken'd with her shadow.— BYRON — The Dream. St. 3.
The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name.— BYRON — The Giaour. L. 1,099.
Who loves, raves-'tis youth's frenzy-but the cure Is bitterer still.— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto IV.
S. 123. Why did she love him? Curious fool!-be still- Is human love the growth of human will?— BYRON — Lara. Canto II. St. 22.
Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Allah given To lift from earth our low desire. C.— BYRON — The Giaour. L. 1,131.
I'll bid the hyacinth to blow, I'll teach my grotto green to be; And sing my true love, all below The holly bower and myrtle tree.— CAMPBELL — Caroline. Pt. I.
My love lies bleeding.— CAMPBELL — O'Connor's Child. St. 5.
Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer love, that run away.— THOS. CAREW — Song. Conquest by
Flight. Let Time and Chance combine, combine! Let Time and Chance combine! The fairest love from heaven above, That love of yours was mine, My Dear! That love of yours was mine.— CARLYLE — Adieu.
I have eaten his bread-I love him well, and there is no love lost between us.— CERVANTES — Don Quixote. Pt. II. Ch. 33.
I tell thee Love is Nature's second sun, Causing a spring of virtues where he shines.— GEORGE CHAPMAN — All Fools. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 98.
None ever loved, but at first sight they loved.— GEORGE CHAPMAN — The Blind Beggar
of Alexandria. Banish that fear; my flame can never waste, For love sincere refines upon the taste.— COLLEY CIBBER — The Double Gallant. Act V. Sc. 1.
Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.— HARTLEY COLERIDGE — Song. She is
not Fair. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.— COLERIDGE — Love. St. 1.
And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.— COLERIDGE — Christabel. Pt. II. L. 81.
I have heard of reasons manifold Why Love must needs be blind, But this is the best of all I hold- His eyes are in his mind.— COLERIDGE — To a Lady. St. 2.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned.— CONGREVE — The Mourning Bride. Act III. Sc. 2.
If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see The heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.— CONGREVE — Way of the World. Act III. Sc. 3.
A mighty pain to love it is, And 'tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.— ABRAHAM COWLEY — Anacreontiques.
VII. Gold. Our love is principle, and has its root In reason, is judicious, manly, free. S.— COWPER — The Task. Bk. V. L. 353.
When a man loves a woman, it is of nature: when a woman loves a woman, it is of graceof the grace that woman makes by her loveliness.— CHARLES F. DEEMS — Address at Funeral
of Alice Cary. We are all born for love. *** It is the principle of existence and its only end.— BENJ. DISRAELI — Sybil. Bk. V. Ch. IV.
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.— DRYDEN — Palamon and Arcite. Bk. II. L. 75.
Give, you gods, Give to your boy, your Cæsar, The rattle of a globe to play withal, This gewgaw world, and put him cheaply off; I'll not be pleased with less than Cleopatra.— DRYDEN — All for Love. Act II. Sc. 1.
Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are.— DRYDEN — Tyrannic Love. Act IV. Sc. I.
I'm sitting on the stile, Mary, Where we sat side by side.— LADY DUFFERIN — Lament of the Irish
Emigrant. But is it what we love, or how we love, That makes true good?— GEORGE ELIOT — The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I.
I think we had the chief of all love's joys Only in knowing that we love each other.— GEORGE ELIOT — The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. III.
'Tis what I love determines how I love.— GEORGE ELIOT — The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I.
Women know no perfect love: Loving the strong, they can forsake the strong; Man clings because the being whom he loves Is weak and needs him.— GEORGE ELIOT — The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. III.
All mankind love a lover.— EMERSON — Essays. Of Love.
A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs; The world uncertain comes and goes, The lover rooted stays.— EMERSON — Essays. First Series.
Epigraph to Friendship. Love, which is the essence of God, is not for levity, but for the total worth of man.— EMERSON — Essays. Of Friendship.
The solid, solid universe Is pervious to Love; With bandaged eyes he never errs, Around, below, above. His blinding light He flingeth white On God's and Satan's brood, And reconciles By mystic wiles The evil and the good.— EMERSON — Cupido.
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told the truant by his marks, - Golden curls, and quiver, and bow.— EMERSON — Initial, Demoniac and Celestial Love. St. 1.
Venus, thy eternal sway All the race of men obey.— EURIPIDES — Austice.
Love is the tyrant of the heart; it darkens Reason, confounds discretion; deaf to Counsel It runs a headlong course to desperate madness.— JOHN FORD — The Lover's Melancholy. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 105.
Love, then, hath every bliss in store; 'Tis friendship, and 'tis something more. Each other every wish they give; Not to know love is not to live.— GAY — Plutus, Cupid and Time. L. 135.
I saw and loved.— GIBBON — Autobiographic Memoirs.
P. 48. I love her doubting and anguish; I love the love she withholds, I love my love that loveth her, And anew her being moulds.— R. W. GILDER — The New Day. Pt. III.
Song XV. Love, Love, my Love. The best things are the truest! When the earth lies shadowy dark below Oh, then the heavens are bluest!— R. W. GILDER — The New Day. Pt. IV.
Song 1 As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.— GOLDSMITH — She Stoops to Conquer. Act IV. L. 255. L. 255.
The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.— P. GOLDSMITH — The Deserted Village. L. 29.
Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign: And we shall never, never part, My life-my all that's mine!— GOLDSMITH — The Hermit. St. 39.
Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.— GRAY — The Bard. I. 3. L. 12.
O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of love. S.— GRAY — The Progress of Poesy. I. 3. L. 16.
Love is a lock that linketh noble minds, Faith is the key that shuts the spring of love.— ROBERT GREENE — Alcida. Verses
Written under a Carving of Cupid Blowing Bladders in the Air. The chemist of love Will this perishing mould, Were it made out of mire, Transmute into gold. и.— HAFIZ — Divan.
Love understands love; it needs no talk.— F. R. HAVERGAL — Royal
Commandments. Loving Allegiance. And once again we plighted our troth, And titter'd, caress'd, kiss'd so dearly.— HEINE — Book of Songs. Youthful Sorrows. No. 57. St. 2.
Alas! for love, if thou art all, And nought beyond, O earth.— MRS. HEMANS — The Graves of a
Household. No, not Jove Himselfe, at one time, can be wise and love.— HERRICK — Hesperides. To Silvia.
You say to me-wards your affection's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long.— HERRICK — Love me Little, Love me
Long. O, love, love, love! Love is like a dizziness; It winna let a poor body Gang about his biziness! C.— HOGG — Love is like a Dizziness. L. 9.
Soft is the breath of a maiden's Yes: Not the light gossamer stirs with less; But never a cable that holds so fast Through all the battles of wave and blast.— O. W. HOLMES — Songs of Many Seasons. Dorothy. II. St. 7.
For love deceives the best of woman kind.— HOMER — Odyssey. Bk. 15. L. 463.
Pope's trans. Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.— HOMER — Odyssey. Bk. XV. L. 79.
Pope's trans. What's our baggage? Only vows, Happiness, and all our care, And the flower that sweetly shows Nestling lightly in your hair.— VICTOR HUGO — Eviradnus. XI.
But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.— HELEN HUNT — Dropped Dead.
Love has a tide!— HELEN HUNT — Verses. Tides.
When love is at its best, one loves So much that he cannot forget.— HELEN HUNT — Two Truths.
If you become a Nun, dear, The bishop Love will be; The Cupids every one, dear! Will chant-' We trust in thee!'— LEIGH HUNT — The Nun.
From henceforth thou shalt learn that there is love To long for, pureness to desire, a mount Of consecration it were good to scale. JEAN INGELOW A Parson's Letter to a Young Poet. Pt. II. L. 55. Love's like the flies, and, drawing-room or garret, goes all over a house.— DOUGLAS JERROLD — Jerrold's Wit. Love.
I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.— KEATS — Letters. No. XXXVII.
Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is-Love, forgive us !-cinders, ashes, dust.— KEATS — Lamia. Pt. II.
The more we love a mistress, the nearer we are to hating her.— LA ROCHEFOUCAULD — Maxims. 114.
The pleasure of love is in loving. We are happier in the passion we feel than in what we excite.— LA ROCHEFOUCAULD — Maxims. 78.
Love leads to present rapture, then to pain; But all through Love in time is healed again.— LELAND — Sweet Marjoram.
A warrior so bold, and a virgin so bright Conversed as they sat on the green. They gazed on each other with tender delight, Alonzo the Brave was the name of the knight- The maiden's the Fair Imogene. S.— M. G. LEWIS — Alonzo the Brave and
the Fair Imogene. Does not all the blood within me Leap to meet thee, reap to meet thee, As the springs to meet the sunshine.— LONGFELLOW — Hiawatha. Wedding Feast. L. 153.
How can I tell the signals and the signs By which one heart another heart divines? How can I tell the many thousand ways By which it keeps the secret it betrays?— LONGFELLOW — Tales of a Wayside Inn. Pt. III. The Student's Tale. Emma and Eginhard. L. 75.
I do not love thee less for what is done, And cannot be undone. Thy very weakness Hath brought thee nearer to me, and henceforth My love will have a sense of pity in it, Making it less a worship than before.— LONGFELLOW — Masque of Pandora. Pt. VIII. In the Garden. L. 39.
I love thee, as the good love heaven.— LONGFELLOW — The Spanish Student. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 146.
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.— LONGFELLOW — Kavanagh. Ch. XXI.
Like Dian's kiss, unask'd, unsought, Love gives itself, but is not bought.— LONGFELLOW — Endymion. St. 4.
Love contending with friendship, and self with each generous impulse. To and fro in his breast his thoughts were heaving and dashing, As in a foundering ship.— LONGFELLOW — Courtship of Miles Standish. Pt. III. L. 7.
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak. It serves for food and raiment.— LONGFELLOW — The Spanish Student. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 52.
O, there is nothing holier, in this life of ours, than the first onsciousness of love,the first fluttering of its silken wings.— LONGFELLOW — Hyperion. Bk. III. Ch. VI.
That was the first sound in the song of love! Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound. Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings Of that mysterious instrument, the soul, And play the prelude of our fate. We hear The voice prophetic, and are not alone. C.— LONGFELLOW — The Spanish Student. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 109.
I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.— LOVELACE — To Lucasta, Going to the Warres. St. 3.
Not as all other women are Is she that to my soul is dear; Her glorious fancies come from far, Beneath the silver evening star, And yet her heart is ever near.— LOWELL — My Love. St. 1.
True love is but a humble, low born thing, And hath its food served up in earthenware; It is a thing to walk with, hand in hand, Through the every-dayness of this workday world.— LOWELL — Love. L. 1.
As love knoweth no lawes, so it regardeth no conditions.— LYLY — Euphues. P. 84.
Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses; Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip,-the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how) With these, the crystal on his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! hath she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?— LYLY — Alexander and Campaspe. Act III. Sc. V. Song.
None without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair: But Love can hope where Reason would despair.— LORD LYTTLETON — Epigram.
The lover in the husband may be lost.— LORD LYTTLLION — Advice to a Lady. St. 13.
Love has no thought of self! Love buys not with the ruthless usurer's gold The loathsome prostitution of a hand Without a heart! Love sacrifices all things To bless the thing it loves!— BULWER-LYTTON — The Lady of Lyons. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 23.
Love thou, and if thy love be deep as mine, Thou wilt not laugh at poets.— BULWER-LYTTON — Richelieu. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 177.
But thou, through good and evil, praise and blame, Wilt not thou love me for myself alone? Yes, thou wilt love me with exceeding love, And I will tenfold all that love repay; Still smiling, though the tender may reprove, Still faithful, though the trusted may betray.— MACAULAY — Lines Written July 30,
1847. Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, or hills, or fields, Or woods and steepy mountains, yield.— MARLOWE — The Passionate Shepherd to his Love. St. 1.
Love me little, love me long.— MARLOWE — The Jew of Malta. Act IV. Sc. 6.
Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?— MARLOWE — Hero and Leander. First Sestiad. L. 176. L. 176.
'Tis well to be off with the old love Before you are on with the new.— MATURIN — Motto to the Play of Bertram.
I loved you ere I knew you; know you now, And having known you, love you better still. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)- Vanini. Love is all in fire, and yet is ever freezing; Love is much in winning, yet is more in leesing: Love is ever sick, and yet is never dying; Love is ever true, and yet is ever lying; Love does doat in liking, and is mad in loathing; Love indeed is anything, yet indeed is nothing.— S. THOS. MIDDLETON — Blurt, Master Constable. Act II. Sc. 2.
Imparadis'd in one another's arms.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 50.
It is not virtue, wisdom, valour, wit, Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit That woman's love can win, or long inherit. But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit.— MILTON — Samson Agonistes. L. 1,010.
So dear I love him, that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. IX. L. 832.
If a man should importune me to give a reason why I loved him, I find it could no otherwise be expressed than by making answer, Because it was he; because it was I. There is beyond all that I am able to say, I know not what inexplicable and fated power that brought on this union.— MONTAIGNE — Essays. Bk. I. Ch. XXVII.
But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.— MOORE — Love's Young Dream. St. 1.
I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.— MOORE — Come, Rest in This Bosom. St. 2.
Love on through all ills, and love on till they die!— MOORE — Lalla Rookh. The Light of the Harem. L. 653.
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turn'd when he rose.— MOORE — Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms. St. 2.
"Tell me, what's Love;" said Youth, one day, To drooping Age, who crost his way.- "It is a sunny hour of play; For which repentance dear doth pay; Repentance! Repentance! And this is Love, as wise men say."— MOORE — Youth and Age.
Duty's a slave that keeps the keys, But Love, the master goes in and out Of his goodly chambers with song and shout, Just as he please-just as he please.— D. M. MULOCK — Plighted.
Let those love now who never lov'd before, Let those who always loved now love the more.— THOS. PARNELL — Trans. of the
Pervigilium Veneris. Ascribed to Catullus. The moods of love are like the wind; And none knows whence or why they rise.— COVENTRY PATMORE — The Angel in the
House. Sarum Plain.
What thing is love?-for (well I wot) love is a thing. It is a prick, it is a sting, It is a pretty, pretty thing; It is a fire, it is a coal, Whose flame creeps in at every hole!— GEORGE PEELE — Miscellaneous Poems.
The Hunting of Cupid. Love will make men dare to die for their beloved-love alone; and women as well as men.— PLATO — The Symposium.
Ah! what avails it me the flocks to keep, Who lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep.— POPE — Autumn. L. 79.
Is it, in Heav'n, a crime to love too well? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a lover's or a Roman's part? Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those who greatly think, or bravely die?— POPE — Elegy on an Unfortunate Lady.
Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.— POPE — Epistle to Eloisa. Last Line.
Of all affliction taught a lover yet, 'Tis sure the hardest science to forget.— POPE — Eloisa to Abelard. L. 189.
O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize, And make my tongue victorious as her eyes.— POPE — Spring. L. 49.
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight; Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.— POPE — Eloisa to Abelard. L. 273.
Divine is Love and scorneth worldly pelf, And can be bought with nothing but with self. S.— SIR WALTER RALEIGH — Love the Only
Price of Love. If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love.— SIR WALTER RALEIGH — The Nymph's
Reply to the Passionate Shepherd. Oh! she was good as she was fair. None-none on earth above her! As pure in thought as angels are, To know her was to love her.— SAM'L ROGERS — Jacqueline. Pt. I. L. 68.
Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves-not dead, but gone before, He gathers round him.— SAM'L ROGERS — Human Life. L. 739.
Time is short, life is short. Life is sweet, love is sweet, use to-day while With oaths of love. you may; Love is sweet, and to-morrow may fail; Love is sweet, use to-day.— CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI — The Prince's Progress. St. 7.
A pressing lover seldom wants success, Whilst the respectful, like the Greek, sits down And wastes a ten years' siege before one town.— NICHOLAS ROWE — To the Inconstant. Epilogue. L. 18.
Ah, to that far distant strand Bridge there was not to convey, Not a bark was near at hand, Yet true love soon found the way.— SCHILLER — Hero and Leander.
Bowring's trans. Love illumes the realms of night!— SCHILLER — The Triumph of Love. St. 21.
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.— SCOTT — Lady of the Lake. Canto IV. St. 1.
Her blue eyes sought the west afar, For lovers love the western star.— SCOTT — The Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto III. St. 24.
In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.— SCOTT — The Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto III. St. 2.
True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven. * * * * * * It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.— SCOTT — The Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto V. St. 13.
Where shall the lover rest, Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast, Parted for ever? Where, through groves deep and high, Sounds the far billow, Where early violets die, Under the willow. ScoTT-Marmion. Canto III. St. 10. A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind. A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound.— Shakespeare — Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 334.
And swearing till my very roof was dry— Shakespeare — Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 206.
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.— Shakespeare — Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 344.
And writers say, As the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure even in the prime.— Shakespeare — Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 45.
At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 92.
Ay me! for aught that I ever could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 132. But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak? Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.— Shakespeare — As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 418.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit.— Shakespeare — Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 6. L. 36.
But love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offence.— Shakespeare — All's Well That Ends Well. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 57.
By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy.— Shakespeare — S. Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 10.
Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, As seek to quench the fire of love with words.— Shakespeare — Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II. Sc. 7. L. 18.
Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale.— Shakespeare — Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 178.
For he was more than over shoes in love.— Shakespeare — Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 23,
For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do that dares love attempt.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 67.
For to be wise, and love Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.— Shakespeare — Troilus and Cressida. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 163.
Forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum. C.— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 292.
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent.— Shakespeare — Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 182.
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him, and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 21.
Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of sighs and tears;- * * * * * * It is to be all made of faith and service ;- * * * * * * It is to be all made of fantasy.— Shakespeare — As You Like It. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 89.
He is far gone, far gone and truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for love; very near this.— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 188.
How wayward is this foolish love, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod.— Shakespeare — Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 57.
I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.— Shakespeare — Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II. Sc. 7. L. 21.
If heaven would make me such another world Of one entire and perfect chrysolite, I'ld not have sold her for it.— Shakespeare — Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 144.
If thou remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not lov'd.— Shakespeare — As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 34.
I know not why I love this youth; and I have heard you say, Love's reason's without reason.— Shakespeare — Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 20.
It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.— Shakespeare — As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 245.
It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 165.
I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster; but I'll take my oath on it, till he have made an oyster of me, he shall never make me such a fool.— Shakespeare — Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 20.
Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, And scarr'd the moon with splinters.— Shakespeare — Coriolanus. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 112.
Love goes toward love as school-boys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 157.
Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in a lover's eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 196.
Love is your master, for he masters you; And he that is so yoked by a fool, Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.— Shakespeare — Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 39.
Love keeps his revels where there are but twain. Venus and Adonis. L. 123. Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues; Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.— Shakespeare — Merry Wives of Windsor. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 217.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. u. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 234. Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Driving back shadows over louring hills; Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 4.
Love's not Time's fool.— Shakespeare — Sonnet CXVI.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. C.— Shakespeare — Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 167.
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste: For valour, is not Love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?— Shakespeare — Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 339.
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity In least speak most, to my capacity. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 104. Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee.— Shakespeare — Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 444.
Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen can passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wish himself the heaven's breath.— Shakespeare — Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3.
Song. My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee The more I have, for both are infinite.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 133.
No sooner met but they looked, no sooner looked but they loved, no sooner loved but they sighed, no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason.— Shakespeare — As You Like It. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 36.
O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal.— Shakespeare — As You Like It. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 208.
O, how this spring of love resembleth Th' uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!— Shakespeare — Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 84.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou, That notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute!— Shakespeare — Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 9.
Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.— Shakespeare — Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 89.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 23.
So loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 140.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.— Shakespeare — Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 106.
Speak low, if you speak love.— Shakespeare — Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 102.
Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent.— Shakespeare — Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 37.
Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.— Shakespeare — S. Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 6. L. 14.
There's beggary in the love that can be can be reckoned.— Shakespeare — Antony and Cleopatra. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 15.
They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform.— Shakespeare — Troilus and Cressida. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 91.
This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property foredoes itself, And leads the will to desperate undertakings.— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 102.
Though last, not least in love! Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 189. 'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 177.
Upon this hint I spake; She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her, that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have us'd: Here comes the lady; let her witness it.— Shakespeare — Othello. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 166.
What! keep a week away? seven days and nights? Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours, More tedious than the dial eight score times? Oh, weary reckoning!— Shakespeare — Othello. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 173.
What 'tis to love? how want of love tormenteth? Venus and Adonis. L. 202. Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; When little fears grow great, great love grows there.— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 181.
Which of you shall we say doth love us most? That we our largest bounty may extend Where nature doth with merit challenge.— Shakespeare — King Lear. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 52.
Yet I have not seen So likely an ambassador of love; A day in April never came so sweet, To show how costly summer was at hand, As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord.— Shakespeare — Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 9. L. 91.
You would for paradise break faith and troth, And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.— Shakespeare — Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 143.
Love's Pestilence, and her slow dogs of war.— SHELLEY — Hellas. L. 321.
Yet all love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever * * * * * * They who inspire it most are fortunate, As I am now: but those who feel it most Are happier still after long sufferings As I shall soon become.— SHELLEY — Prometheus Unbound. Act II. Sc. 5.
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange, one for the other given; I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, There never was a better bargain driven.— SIR PHILIP SIDNEY — My True Love
Hath my Heart. They love indeed who quake to say they love.— SIR PHILIP SIDNEY — Astrophel and
Thy fatal shafts unerring move; I bow before thine altar, Love!— SMOLLETT — Roderick Random. Ch. XL. St. 1.
And when my own Mark Antony Against young Cæsar strove, And Rome's whole world was set in arms. The cause was, -all for love.— SOUTHEY — All for Love. Pt. II. St. 26.
They sin who tell us Love can die: With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell.— SOUTHEY — Curse of Kehama. Mount Meru. St. 10.
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.— SPENSER — The Faerie Queene. Bk. III. Canto XII. St. 75.
Love is the emblem of eternity: it confounds all notion of time: effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end. MADAME DE STAËL Corinne. Bk. VIII. Ch. II. Where we really love, we often dread more than we desire the solemn moment that exchanges hope for certainty.— MADAME DE STAËL — Corinne. Bk. VIII. Ch. IV.
Why so pale and wan, fond lover, Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee why so pale?— SIR JOHN SUCKLING — Song. St. 1.
Conjugial love is celestial, spiritual, and holy, because it corresponds to the celestial, spiritual, and holy marriage of the Lord and the Church. S.— SWEDENBORG — Conjugial Love. Par. 62.
Love in its essence is spiritual fire.— SWEDENBORG — True Christian Religion.
Par. 31. Love is the life of man.— SWEDENBORG — Divine Love and Wisdom.
Par. 1. The love that reigns in the celestial kingdom is love to the Lord, and the light of truth thence derived is wisdom.— SWEDENBORG — Heaven and Hell.
Par. 148. In all I wish, how happy should I be, Thou grand Deluder, were it not for thee? So weak thou art that fools thy power despise; And yet so strong, thou triumph'st o'er the wise.— SWIFT — To Love.
Love laid his sleepless head On a thorny rose bed: And his eyes with tears were red, And pale his lips as the dead.— SWINBURNE — Love Laid his Sleepless
Head. O Love, O great god Love, what have I done, That thou shouldst hunger so after my death? My heart is harmless as my life's first day: Seek out some false fair woman, and plague her Till her tears even as my tears fill her bed.— SWINBURNE — The Complaint of Lisa.
When gloaming treads the heels of day And birds sit cowering on the spray, Along the flowery hedge I stray, To meet mine ain dear somebody.— ROBERT TANNAHILL — Love's Fear.
For love's humility is Love's true pride.— BAYARD TAYLOR — The Poet's Journal.
Third Evening. The Mother. I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!— BAYARD TAYLOR — Bedouin Song.
Love better is than Fame.— BAYARD TAYLOR — Christmas Sonnets. Lyrics. To J. L. G.
Love's history, as Life's, is ended not By marriage.— BAYARD TAYLOR — Lars. Bk. III.
And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.— TENNYSON — The Day Dream. The
Departure. I. For love reflects the thing beloved.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Pt. LII.
I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.— TENNYSON — Lancelot and Elaine. L. 1,298.
Love is hurt with jar and fret; Love is made a vague regret.— TENNYSON — The Miller's Daughter. St. 28.
Love lieth deep; Lovedwells not in lip-depths.— TENNYSON — The Lover's Tale. L. 466.
Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.— TENNYSON — The Lover's Tale. L. 813.
Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope, And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath In that close kiss and drank her whisper'd tales. They say that Love would die when Hope was gone. And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope; At last she sought out Memory, and they trod The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope, And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.— TENNYSON — The Lover's Tale. L. 815.
Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Pt. LXV.
Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string? I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.— TENNYSON — Locksley Hall. St. 74.
She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.— TENNYSON — Maud. Pt. XXII. St. 11.
There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near; " And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear; I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait."— TENNYSON — Maud. Pt. XXII. St. 10.
'Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Pt. XXVII. St. 4.
It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.— THACKERAY — Pendennis. Ch. VI.
Werther had a love for Charlotte, Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter.— THACKERAY — The Sorrows of Werther.
Like to a wind-blown sapling grow I from The cliff, Sweet, of your skyward-jetting soul,- Shook by all gusts that sweep it, overcome By all its clouds incumbent; O be true To your soul, dearest, as my life to you! For if that soil grow sterile, then the whole Of me must shrivel, from the topmost shoot Of climbing poesy, and my life, killed through, Dry down and perish to the foodless root.— FRANCIS THOMPSON — Manus Animam Pinxit. St. 1.
And let th' aspiring Youth beware of Love, Of the smooth glance beware; for 'tis too late, When on his heart the torrent-softness pours, Then Wisdom prostrate lies, and fading Fame Dissolves in air away.— THOMSON — The Seasons. Spring. L. 981.
O, what are you waiting for here? young man! What are you looking for over the bridge ?- A little straw hat with the streaming blue ribbons Is soon to come dancing over the bridge. C.— THOMSON — Waiting.
Why should we kill the best of passions, love? It aids the hero, bids ambition rise To nobler heights, inspires immortal deeds, Even softens brutes, and adds a grace to virtue.— THOMSON — Sophonisba. Act V. Sc. 2.
For Truth makes holy Love's illusive dreams, And their best promise constantly redeems.— TUCKERMAN — Sonnets. XXII.
The warrior for the True, the Right, Fights in Love's name; The love that lures thee from that fight Lures thee to shame: That love which lifts the heart, yet leaves The spirit free, - That love, or none, is fit for one Man-shaped like thee.— AUBREY THOS. DE VERE
Miscellaneous Poems. Song. Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.— EDMUND WALLER — Divine Poems. Divine Love. Canto III. L. 25.
To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!— EDMUND WALLER — Divine Poems. Divine Love. Canto III. L. 17.
"I'm sorry that I spell'd the word; I hate to go above you, Because"-the brown eyes lower fell,- Because, you see, I love you!"— WHITTIER — In School-Days. St. 4.
Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem. It is difficult at once to relinquish a longcherished love.— CATULLUS — Carmina. LXXVI. 13.
Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti, In vento et rapidâ scribere oportet aquâ. What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water.— CATULLUS — Carmina.
LXX. 3. Vivamus, mea Lesbia atque amemus. My Lesbia, let us live and love.— CATULLUS — Carmina. V. 1.
Vivunt in venerem frondes omnisque vicissim Felix arbor amat; mutant ad mutua palmæ Fœdera. The leaves live but to love, and in all the lofty grove the happy trees love each his neighbor.— CLAUDIANUS — De Nuptiis Honorii et
Mariæ. LXV. Si sine amore, jocisque Nil est jucundum, vivas in amore jocisque. If nothing is delightful without love and jokes, then live in love and jokes. S.— HORACE — Epistolæ. I. 6. 65.
Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare; Hoc tantum posse dicere: non amo te. I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee."— MARTIAL — Epigrammata. I. 33. 1.
I do not love you, Dr. Fell. The reason why I cannot tell; But only this I know full well, I do not love you, Dr. Fell. TOM BROWN'S Paraphrase. Credula res amor est. Love is a credulous thing.— OVID — Metamorphoses. VII. 826.
Heroides. VI. 21. Hei mihi! quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbis. Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs. C.— OVID — Metamorphoses. I. 523.
Militat omnis amans. Every lover is a soldier.— OVID — Amorum. I. 9. 1.
Moribus et formâ conciliandus amor. Love must be attracted by beauty of mind and body.— OVID — Heroides. VI. 94.
Non bene conveniunt, nec in unâ sede morantur, Majestas et amor. Majesty and love do not well agree, nor do they live together.— OVID — Metamorphoses. II. 846.
Otia si tollas, periere cupidinis arcus. If you give up your quiet life, the bow of Cupid will lose its power.— OVID — Remedia Amoris. CXXXIX.
Quicquid Amor jussit non est contemnere tutum. Regnat, et in dominos jus habet ille deos. It is not safe to despise what Love commands. He reigns supreme, and rules the mighty gods.— OVID — Heroides. IV. 11.
Qui finem quæris amoris, (Cedit amor rebus) res age; tutus eris. If thou wishest to put an end to love, attend to business (love yields to employment); then thou wilt be safe.— OVID — Remedia Amoris. CXLIII.
Qui non vult fieri desidiosus, amet. Let the man who does not wish to be idle, fall in love.— OVID — Amorum. I. 9. 46.
Res est soliciti plena timoris amor. Love is a thing full of anxious fears.— OVID — Heroides. I. 12.
Ut ameris, amabilis esto. To be loved, be lovable.— OVID — Ars Amatoria. II. 107.
Amor et melle et felle est fœcundissimus: Gustu dat dulce, amarum ad satietatem usque aggerit. Love has both its gall and honey in abundance: it has sweetness to the taste, but it presents bitterness also to satiety.— PLAUTUS — Cistellaria. I. 1. 71.
Auro contra cedo modestum amatorem. Find me a reasonable lover against his weight in gold.— PLAUTUS — Curculio. I. 3. 45.
Qui amat, tamen hercle si esurit, nullum esurit. He that is in love, faith, if he be hungry, is not hungry at all.— PLAUTUS — Casina. IV. 2. 16.
Qui in amore præcipitavit pejus perit, quam si saxo saliat. He who falls in love meets a worse fate than he who leaps from a rock.— PLAUTUS — Trinummus. II. 1. 30.
Scilicet insano nemo in amore videt. Everybody in love is blind.— PROPERTIUS — Elegiæ. II. 14. 18.
Amor timere neminem verus potest. True love can fear no one.— SENECA — Medea. XLI. 6.
Non potest amor cum timore misceri. Love cannot be mixed with fear. S.— SENECA — Epistolæ Ad Lucilium. XLVII.
Nulla vis major pietate verâ est. No power is greater than true affection (for parents).— SENECA — Thyestes. 549.
Odit verus amor nec patitur moras. True love hates and will not bear delay.— SENECA — Hercules Furens. 588.
Qui blandiendo dulce nutrivit malum, Sero recusat ferre, quod subiit, jugum. He who has fostered the sweet poison of love by fondling it, finds it too late to refuse the yoke which he has of his own accord assumed.— SENECA — Hippolytus. CXXXIV.
Si vis amari, ama. If you wish to be loved, love.— SENECA — Epistolæ Ad Lucilium. IX.
Amor animi arbitrio sumitur, non ponitur. Love is in our power, but not to lay it aside,— SYRUS — Maxims.
Cogas amantem irasci, amare si velis. You must make a lover angry if you wish him to love.— SYRUS — Maxims.
Tum, ut adsolet in amore et ira, jurgia, preces, exprobratio, satisfactio. Then there is the usual scene when lovers are excited with each other, quarrels, entreaties, reproaches, and then fondling reconcilement.— TACITUS — Annales. XIII. 44.
Amantium iræ amoris integratio est. Quarrels of lovers renew their love.— TERENCE — Andria. III. 3. 23.
Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori. Love conquers all things; let us yield to love.— VIRGIL — Eclogæ. X. 69.
Amour! amour! quand tu nous tiens On peut bien dire, Adieu, prudence. O tyrant love, when held by you, We may to prudence bid adieu.— LA FONTAINE — Fables. IV. 1.
Ce qui fait que les amants et les maitresses ne s'ennuient point d'être ensemble; c'est qu'ils parlent toujours d'eux mêmes. The reason why lovers and their mistress.. es never tire of being together is that they are always talking of themselves.— LA ROCHEFOUCAULD — Maximes. 312.
Et l'on revient toujours à ses premiers amours. One always returns to his first love.— ST. JUST
Il faut cognoistre avant qu'aimer. We should know [a person] before we love.— MARTIAL D'AUVERGNE — L' Amant
rendu Cordelier à l' Observance d'Amour. L'amour est un égoïsme à deux. Love is an egotism of two.
Ach die Zeiten der Liebe rollen nicht zurück, sondern ewig weiter hinab. Ah! The seasons of love roll not backward but onward, downward forever.— JEAN PAUL RICHTER — Hesperus. IX.
Arm in Arm mit dir, So fordr' ich mein Jahrhundert in die Schranken. Thus Arm in Arm with thee I dare defy my century into the lists.— SCHILLER — Don Carlos. I. 9. 97.
Die Liebe vermindert die weibliche Feinheit und verstärkt die männliche. Love lessens woman's delicacy and increases man's. C.— JEAN PAUL RICHTER — Titan. Zykel 34.
Die Liebe wintert nicht Nein, nein! Ist und bleibt Frühlings-Schein. Love knows no winter; no, no! It is, and remains the sign of spring.— LUDWIG TIECK — Herbstlied.
Ein liebendes Mädchen wird unbewusst kühner. A. loving maiden grows unconsciously more bold.— JEAN PAUL RICHTER — Titan. Zykel 71.
Es ist eine alte Geschichte, Doch bleibt sie immer neu. It is an ancient story Yet is it ever new.— HEINE — Lyrisches Intermezzo. 39.
Es ist eine der grössten Himmelsgaben, So ein lieb' Ding im Arm zu haben. It is one of Heaven's best gifts to hold such a dear creature in one's arms.— GOETHE — Faust.
In einem Augenblick gewährt die Liebe Was Mühe kaum in langer Zeit erreicht. Love grants in a moment What toil can hardly achieve in an age.— GOETHE — Torquato Tasso. II. 3. 76.
Man liebt an dem Mädchen was es ist, Und an dem Jüngling was er ankündigt. Girls we love for what they are; Young men for what they promise to be.— GOETHE — Die Wahrheit und Dichtung.
III. 14. Nicht Fleisch und Blut; das Herz macht uns zu Vätern und Söhnen. It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons.— SCHILLER — Die Räuber. I. 1.