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Perdition catch my soul,
At lovers' perjuries, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, They say, Jove laughs. Chaos is come again.
Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Sc. 2. L. 92. Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 89.
(See also DRYDEN)
The more I have, for both are infinite.
Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 133. Othello. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 173.
Love goes toward love as school-boys from their 3
books, If heaven would make me such another world Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,
But love from love, toward school with heavy
looks. I'ld not have sold her for it.
Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 157. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 144.
It is my soul that calls upon my name;, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you Like soft music to attending ears. speak
Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Sc. 2. L. 165. Of one that loved not wisely, but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: Perplexed in the extreme: of one, whose hand
And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Richer than all his tribe: of one, whose subdued
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, eyes,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again, Albeit unused to the melting mood,
So loving-jealous of his liberty. Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 177. Their medicinal gum. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 383. (“Base In
Love's heralds should be thoughts, dian" is "base Judean” in first folio.)
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Driving back shadows over louring hills; There is no creature loves me,
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, And if I die, no soul shall pity me.
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 200.
Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 4.
Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Sc. 6. L. 14.
From love's weak childish bow she lives un
harmed. Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 1. (“Un
charmed” instead of “unharmed” in Folio
and early ed.) 7 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.
Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 196.
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 21.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform.
Troilus and Cressida. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 91.
When you loved me I gave you the whole sun and stars to play with. I gave you eternity in a single moment, strength of the mountains in one clasp of your arms, the volume of all the seas in one impulse of your soul. A moment only; but was it not enough? Were you not paid then for all the rest of your struggle on earth? When I opened the gates of paradise, were you blind? Was it nothing to you? When all the stars sang in your ears and all the winds swept you the heart of heaven, were you deaf? were you dull? was I no more to you than a bone to a dog? Was it not enough? We spent eternity together; and you ask me for a little lifetime more. We possessed all the universe together; and you ask me to give you my scanty wages as well. I have given you the greatest of all things; and you ask me to give you little things. I gave you your own soul: you ask me for my body as à plaything. Was it not enough? Was it not enough?
BERNARD SHAW~Getting Married.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 167.
For he was more than over shoes in love.
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I. Sc.1. L. 23.
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 39.
The fickleness of the woman I love is only equalled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.
BERNARD SHAW—The Philanderer. Act II.
And when my own Mark Antony
Against young Cæsar strove,
The cause was,-all for love.
SOUTHEY-AU for Love. Pt. II. St. 26.
(See also HOLMES)
used by DRUMMOND--Flowers of Sion. BEL
Islam. III. 19. (See also BURTON, Scott, also HOMER under
I who all the Winter through,
Cherished other loves than you
bed and pew;
For the earnest sun looks through,
ing and the dew.
Bright and confident and true,
ing and the dew.
Just like Love.
Trans. of Poems of CAMOENS.
Why so pale and wan, fond lover,
Prithee, why so pale?
Looking ill prevail?
SIR John SUCKLING—Song. St. 1.
To be wise and eke to love,
(See also HERRICK)
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.
In all I wish, how happy should I be,
Where we really love, we often dread more Love, as is told by the seers of old, than we desire the solemn moment that ex- Comes as a butterfly tipped with gold, changes hope for certainty.
Flutters and flies in sunlit skies, MADAME DE STAËL-Corinne. Bk. VIII. Ch. Weaving round hearts that were one time cold. IV.
SWINBURNE-Song. L'amour est l'histoire de la vie des femmes;
If love were what the rose is, c'est un épisode dans celle des hommes.
And I were like the leaf, Love is the history of a woman's life; it is Our lives would grow together an episode in man's.
In sad or singing weather. MADAME DE Staël—De l'influence des pas- SWINBURNE- A Match. sions. Works. III. P. 135. (Ed. 1820) (See also BYRON)
O Love, O great god Love, what have I done,
That thou shouldst hunger so after my death? Sweetheart, when you walk my way,
My heart is harmless as my life's first day: Be it dark or be it day;
Seek out some false fair woman, and plague her Dreary winter, fairy May,
Till her tears even as my tears fill her bed.
SWINBURNE—The Complaint of Lisa.
Love laid his sleepless head
On a thorny rose bed: I shall know you when I meet you.
And his eyes with tears were red, FRANK L. STANTON—Greeting.
And pale his lips as the dead. 10
SWINBURNE—Love Laid his Sleepless Head. To love her was a liberal education. STEELE-Of Lady Elizabeth Hastings. In The I that have love and no more
Tatler. No. 49. AUGUSTINE BIRRELL in Give you but love of you, sweet; Obiter Dicta calls this “the most magnificent He that hath more, let him give; compliment ever paid by man to a woman. He that hath wings, let him soar;
'Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. TENNYSON— In Memoriam. Pt. XXVII. St.
4. (See also CONGREVE, GUARINI, MILNE, SENECA, THACKERAY, also CONGREVE under WOOING)
Mine is the heart at your feet
Here, that must love you to live. SWINBURNE--The Oblation.
1 Cogas amantem irasci, amare si velis.
You must make a lover angry if you wish him to love. SYRUS-Maxims. 2
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.
For love reflects the thing beloved.
TENNYSON-In Memoriam. Pt. LII.
Love's too precious to be lost,
TENNYSON-In Memoriam. Pt. LXV.
When gloaming treads the heels of day
I loved you, and my love had no return,
TENNYSON—Lancelot and Elaine. L. 1,298. 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. There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my life, my fate;
And the white rose weeps, "She is late;
And the lily whispers, “I wait.”
I love thee, I love but thee,
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.
TO J. L. G.
Love's history, as Life's, is ended not By marriage.
BAYARD TAYLOR-Lars. Bk. III.
For love's humility is Love's true pride. BAYARD TAYLOR—Poet's Journal. Third Eve
ning. The Mother. 8 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—Day Dream. The Departure. I.
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
Were it earth in an earthly bed;
Had I lain for a century dead;
TENNYSON--The Miller's Daughter. St. 28.
Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths.
TENNYSON-Lover's Tale. L. 466.
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.
(See also TENNYSON) 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 Of climbing poesy, and my life, killed through, Dry down and perish to the foodless root.
FRANCIS THOMPSON—Manus Animam Pinxit.
Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no
more. TENNYSON—Lover's Tale. L. 813.
11 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 said 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 he same old paths where Love had walked with
TENNYSON—Lover's Tale. L. 815.
Qui que tu sois, voici ton maître;
Whoe'er thou art, thy master see;
(See also LANSDOWNE) 13 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.
Could we forbear dispute, and practise love,
Love. Canto III. L. 25.
Why should we kill the best of passions, love?
THOMSON-Sophonisba. Act V. Sc. 2.
2 0, what are you waiting for here? young man! What are you looking for over the bridge?— A little straw hat with the streaming blue rib
bons Is soon to come dancing over the bridge.
Fear not to swear; the winds carry the perjuries of lovers without effect over land and sea, thanks to Jupiter. The father of the gods himself has denied effect to what foolish lovers in their eagerness have sworn. TIBULLUS—Carmina. I. 4. 21.
(See also DRYDEN) Perjuria ridet amantium Jupiter et ventos irrita ferre jubet.
At lovers' perjuries Jove laughs and throws them idly to the winds. TIBULLUS—Carmina. III. 6. 49.
(See also DRYDEN)
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.
And then-she only loved the rose;
She knew not what, but now-she knows. RIDGELY TORRENCE—House of a Hundred
And the King with his golden sceptre,
The Pope with Saint Peter's key, Can never unlock the one little heart
That is opened only to me.
And I am Pope of a See;
That is sitting, just now, on my knee.
O, rank is good, and gold is fair,
And high and low mate ill;
Beyond its own sweet will!
I hate to go above you, Because"-the brown eyes lower fell,
"Because, you see, I love you!" WHITTIER—In School-Days. St. 4.
For Truth makes holy Love's illusive dreams, And their best promise constantly redeems.
Your love in a cottage is hungry,
Your vine is a nest for flies
And simplicity talks of pies!
And wake with a bug in your ear,
Is shod like a mountaineer.
The warrior for the True, the Right,
Fights in Love's name;
Lures thee to shame:
The spirit free,
is fit for one Man-shaped like thee. AUBREY THOS. DE VERE—Miscellaneous
He loves not well whose love is bold!
I would not have thee come too nigh. The sun's gold would not seem pure gold
Unless the sun were in the sky: To take him thence and chain him near Would make his beauty disappear.
WILLIAM WINTER—Love's Queen.