61 Thy love is thaw'd

Which, like a waxen image 'gainst the fire,

Bears no impression of the thing it was.

Two Gentlemen of Verona.

62 Thy heart, which has truly loved, ne'er can forget,
But will truly love on to the close,

As the sunflower turns on her god, when she sets,
The same look which she turn'd when she rose.

63 Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, But that thou none lov'st is most evident.

Moore.

Shakspeare.

64 The love of a true heart ne'er ends, And thine is true.

65 You love him, now, as woman loves,
Reckless of sorrow or of scorn:
Life has no evil destiny,

That, with him, you could not have borne!
You have been nursed in luxury;

Yet earth hath not a spot so drear

That you would not have thought a home
In Paradise, had he been near.

66 Your soul entire by him you love possest, Feels every vanity in fondness lost,

L. E. L.

And asks no power but that of pleasing most. Lord Lyttelton.

67 Love has, like a cankerworm,

Consumed your early prime;

The rose grew pale and left your cheek,

68 Thy tender youth, as yet, hath never mourn'd

David Mallet.

Love's fatal dart, else wouldst thou know that when

The soul is sunk in comfortless despair,
It cannot taste of merriment.

69 Whence canst thou have grief or pain?

Hast thou to grieve or joy, to hope or fear?

For sure, I am quite sure thy little heart

Sheridan.

Ne'er felt love's anger, or received his dart. Matthew Prior.

70 Love most unperceived did fly,

And centre in your breast.

71 I know you love him, and will not lose him,

Unless he leaps into the moon,

And there you'll scramble too.

72 Thou'rt to be pitied, indeed thou art, To love the man that spurns thee.

Sir C. Sedley.

Beaumont and Fletcher.

Sheridan Knowles.

73 You loved him not, yet now that he is gone,

You feel you are alone.

You check'd him while he spoke, yet would he speak,
Alas! you would not check.

74 Love in thy bosom, like a bee,

Doth suck his sweet;

Within thine eyes he makes his nest,

And yet he robs thee of thy rest.

75 You know you love in vain, strive against hope;

Yet, in this captious and intenable sieve,

You still pour out the waters of your love,

Landon.

Lodge.

And lack not to love still; thus, Indian-like,

Religious in your error, you adore

The sun that looks upon his worshipper,

But knows of him no more.

Shakspeare.

76 Yet can thy heart, though simple, prove

The early dawn of stealing love.
Ah, gentle maid, beware!

The power who now so mild a guest
Gives dangerous, yet delicious zest,
To the calm pleasures of thy breast,
Will soon, a tyrant o'er thy rest,

Let none his empire share.

77 Despair has fix'd upon thy brow Its deepest, saddest token;

Harold the Dauntless.

And the bloodless cheek, the stifled sigh,

Betray the heart is broken.

78 Your heart is safe, love-proof with love.

Eliza Cook.

Knowles.

Beats with its first wild passion,-that pure feeling
Life only once may know.

Which, with his memory, richer than all spices,

Disperses odours round about your soul,

And does refresh it when 'tis dull and sad,
With thinking of his absence.

83 Oh! you must coldly learn to hide The thought all else above

E. Cook.

L. E. L.

James Shirley.

84

Must call upon your woman's pride

To hide your woman's love.

You must forget that look, that tone,
Your heart hath all too dearly known.

L. E. L.

You say you will die if he love you not; and that you will die ere you make your love known; and that you will die if he woo you, rather than you will 'bate one breath of your accustom'd crossness.

Shakspeare.

Questions.-Gentleman.

VIII.

SHALL I MENTION THE MOST PROMINENT
TRAITS IN YOUR CHARACTER?

1 FORM'D by thy converse happily to steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe;
Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease,
Intent to reason, or polite to please.

2 Thou art imperious, proud, cruel in nature,
Prompt to offend, implacable in anger;
Would govern all things with a master's rule,
Except thy passions.

Pope.

Earl of Carlisle.

3 While loftier souls command, nay make their fate,
Thy fate made thee, and forced thee to be great:
Yet fortune, who so oft so blandly sheds
Her brightest halo round the weakest heads,
Found thee undazzled, tranquil as before,
Proud to be useful, scorning to be more.

4 For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit;

Moore.