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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
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:
Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 177.
There is no creature loves 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.
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.
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.
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,
Sweetheart, when you walk my way,
I shall know and greet you.
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,
SWINBURNE—The Complaint of Lisa.
SWINBURNE—Love 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;
Love is hurt with jar and fret;
TENNYSON—The 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. THACKERAY—Pendennis. 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
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.
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 sho Of climbing poesy, and my life, killed through, Dry down and perish to the foodless root.
PRANCIS THOMPSON—Manus Animam Pinrit. LOVE
Qui que tu sois, voici ton maître;
Whoe'er thou art, thy master see;
(See also LANSDOWNE)
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.
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.
And then-she only loved tle 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.
"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—
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,
Man-shaped like thee.
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.
Quis fallere possit amantem?
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. WORDSWORTH–Laodamia. St. 15.