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Love goes toward love as school-boys from their

books, But love from love, toward school with heavy

looks. Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Sc. 2. L. 157.

16 It is my soul that calls upon my name;. How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like soft music to attending ears.

Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Sc. 2. L. 165.


Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate
Nor set down aught in malice: then must you

Of one that loved not wisely, but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplexed in the extreme: of one, whose hand
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away,
Richer than all his tribe: of one, whose subdued

eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 383. (“Base In

dian" is "base Judean” in first folio.)

'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.

Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 177.



There is no creature loves me,
And if I die, no soul shall pity me.

Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 200.

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.

Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 4.

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Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

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.) 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, Take him, and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, And all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 21.



Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and

cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with

his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Sonnet CXVI.

Steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks. Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 5. Chorus at end. (Not in Folio.)

(See also LYLY) 9 Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; Cry but—"Ay me!” pronounce but "love" and

“dove." Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 9.


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.

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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.

Love is your master, for he masters you;
And he that is so yoked by a fool,
Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.

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 SHAWThe Philanderer. Act II.

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L'amour est l'histoire de la vie des femmes; c'est un épisode dans celle des hommes.

Love is the history of a woman's life; it is an episode in man's. MADAME DE STAËL-De l'influence des passions. Works. III. P. 135. (Ed. 1820)

(See also BYRON)

If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf,
Our lives would grow together
In sad or singing weather.





Sweetheart, when you walk my way,
Be it dark or be it day;
Dreary winter, fairy May,

I shall know and greet you.
For each day of grief or grace
Brings you nearer my embrace;
Love hath fashioned your dear face,

I shall know you when I meet you.

FRANK L. STANTON—Greeting. To love her was a liberal education. STEELE–Of Lady Elizabeth Hastings. In The

Tatler. No. 49. AUGUSTINE BIRRELL in Obiter Dicta calls this “the most magnificent compliment ever paid by man to a woman.

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.

SWINBURNEThe Complaint of Lisa.
Love laid his sleepless head
On a thorny rose bed:
And his eyes with tears were red,
And pale his lips as the dead.

SWINBURNELove Laid his Sleepless Head.

21 I that have love and no more Give you but love of you, sweet;

He that hath more, let him give; He that hath wings, let him soar;


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Love is hurt with jar and fret;
Love is made a vague regret.

TENNYSONThe Miller's Daughter. St. 28.

It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all. THACKERAYPendennis. Ch. VI.

(See also TENNYSON)





Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no

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

At last she sought out Memory, and they trod
The same old paths where Love had walked

And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.

TENNYSON-Lover's Tale. L. 815.

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.

THACKERAYThe 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 sho Of climbing poesy, and my life, killed through, Dry down and perish to the foodless root.





Qui que tu sois, voici ton maître;
Il l'est-le fut- ou le doit être.

Whoe'er thou art, thy master see;
He was—or is-or is to be.
Voi IRE-Works. II. P. 765. (Ed. 1837)
Used as an inscription for a statue of Cupid.

(See also LANSDOWNE)



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Could we forbear dispute, and practise love,
We should agree as angels do above.
EDMUND WALLER-Divine Poems. Divine

Love. Canto III. L. 25.


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.
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 rib-

Is soon to come dancing over the bridge.

Nec jurare time; Veneris perjuria venti
Irrita per terras et freta summa ferunt,
Gratia magna Jovi; vetuit pater ipse valere,
Jurasset cupide quicquid ineptus amor.

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. 1. 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.

At first, she loved nought else but flowers,

And then-she only loved tle rose;
And then-herself alone; and then-

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.
For I am the Lord of a Realm,

And I am Pope of a See;.
Indeed I'm supreme in the kingdom

That is sitting, just now, on my knee.
C. H. WEBB-The King and the Pope.



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"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.



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—
Your milkmaid shocks the Graces,

And simplicity talks of pies!
You lie down to your shady slumber

And wake with a bug in your ear,
And your damsel that walks in the morning

Is shod like a mountaineer.
N. P. WILLIS-Love in a Cottage. St. 3.



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.

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.






Quis fallere possit amantem?
Who can deceive a lover?
VERGIL-Æneid. IV. 296.

Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori.

Love conquers all things; let us yield to love. VERGIL-Ecloga. X. 69.

11 For all true love is grounded on esteem. VILLIERS (Duke of Buckingham).

(See also FENTON)

The unconquerable pang of despised love. WORDSWORTH-Excursion. Bk. VI. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1.

For mightier far Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite be feeble woman's

breast. WORDSWORTHLaodamia. St. 15.

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