LOVE, LOVERS-continued.

Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love,
That like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!

Sh. Two G. 1. 2.

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.

Sh. Two G. 1. 3.

In revenge of my contempt of love,
Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes,
And made them watchers of my own heart's sorrow. Ib. 11. 4.

Sh. Two G. 11. 4.

For now my love is thaw'd;
Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
Bears no impression of the thing it was.
O gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord;
And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,
There is no woe to his correction,
Nor to his service, no such joy on earth!
Now, no discourse, except it be of love;
Now, can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,

Upon the very naked name of love.

Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,

Sh. Two G. 11. 4.

Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow,

As seek to quench the fire of love with words. Sh. Two G.11.7.

The more thou damm'st it up, the more it burns;

The current, that with gentle murmur glides,

Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage. Ib. 11.7.

This weak impress of love is as a figure

Trenched in ice which, with an hour's heat,

Dissolves to water, and doth lose its form. Sh. Two G. III. 2.

You know that love

Will creep in service where it cannot go.

Lovers break not hours,

Unless it be to come before their time;
So much they spur their expedition.

Sh. Two G. IV. 2.

Sh. Two G. v. 1.

Sh. Two G. v. 4.

O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd,

When women cannot love, where they're belov'd.

LOVE, LOVERS.

LOVE, LOVERS-continued.
Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pursues;
Pursuing that which flies, and flying what pursues.

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it.

I cannot love him:

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Sh. Mer. W. 11. 1.

Sh. T. Ni. 1. 1.

Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;
In voices well divulg'd, free, learn'd, and valiant,

And, in dimension, and the shape of nature,

A gracious person: but yet I cannot love him. Sh. T. Ni. 1. 5.

Methinks I feel this youth's perfections
With an invisible and subtle stealth,

To creep in at mine eyes.

She never told her love,

But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,

Sh. T. Ni. 1. 5.

Feed on her damask cheek; she pined in thought,

And, with a green and yellow melancholy,

She sat, like patience on a monument,

Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? Sh. T. Ni. 11. 4.

If ever thou shalt love,

In the sweet pangs of it remember me:

For, such as I am, all true lovers are ;
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,

Save, in the constant image of the creature

That is beloved.

Sh. T. Ni. II. 4.

Sh. T. Ni. 111. 1.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon.

Ah me! for aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth:

But, either it was different in blood;

Or else, misgraffed in respect of years;

Or else it stood upon the choice of friends;
Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it;

Sh. T. Ni. 111. 1.

Making it momentary as a sound,

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream.

Sh. Mid. N. 1. 1.

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LOVE, LOVERS.

I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow;

By his best arrow with the golden head.

By the simplicity of Venus' doves;

By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves. Sh.Md.N.1.1.

Things base and vile, holding no quality,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is love said to be a child,

Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.

Sh. Mid. N. 1.1.

Leave you your power to draw, And I shall have no power to follow you. All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer With sighs of love.

Sh. Mid. N. 11. 2.

Sh. Mid. N. 111. 2.

O, why rebuke you him, that loves you so ?
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Sh. Mid. N. 111. 2.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,

Are of imagination all compact.

Sh. Mid. N. v. 1.

Never durst poet touch a pen to write,

Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs.

Sh. Love's. L. L. IV. 3.

Love is full of unbefitting strains;

All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain;

Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye,
Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms,

Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll

To every varied object in his glance.

Sh. Love's L. L. v. 2.

Love is blind, and lovers cannot see

The pretty follies that themselves commit. Sh. M. of Ven. 11. 6.

Beshrew your eyes,

They have o'er-looked me, and divided me:
One half of me is yours, the other half yours,-

And so all yours.

Madam, you have bereft me of all words,

Sh. M. of Ven. 111. 2.

Only my blood speaks to you in my veins. Sh. M. of Ven. 111. 2.

Say that you love me not, but say not so

In bitterness: the common executioner,

Sh. As Y. L. 11. 7.

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard,

Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck,

But first begs pardon.

Sh. As Y. L. III. 5.

I pray you do not fall in love with me,
For I am falser than vows made in wine:

Besides, I like you not.

Sh. As Y. L. 111. 5.

Wherefore do you follow her,

Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain?
You are a thousand times a properer man,
Than she a woman: 'Tis such fools as you,

That make the world full of ill-favour'd children.

Ib. 111. 5.

Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight ?

Љ. 111. 5.

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,

All made of passion, and all made of wishes;
All adoration, duty, and observance,

All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,

All purity, all trial, all observance.

Sh. As Y. L. v. 2.

If it prove so, then loving goes with haps;

Sh. M. Ado, III. 1.

Some Cupids kill with arrows, some with traps.

Fair soul,

In your fine frame hath love no quality ?

If the quick fire of youth light not your mind,

You are no maiden, but a monument.

He says, he loves my daughter:

I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon

Upon the water, as he'll stand and read,

Sh. All's W. 1V. 2.

As 't were, my daughter's eyes; and, to be plain,

I think there is not half a kiss to choose,

Sweet love, I see, changing his property,

Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate. Sh. Rich. II. III. 2.

Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares.

Her virtues, graced with external gifts,

Sh. Hen. IV. 1, ΙV. 2.

Do breed love's settled passions in my heart. Sh. Hen. VI.1,1.5.

I never su'd to friend nor enemy;

My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word:

But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee,

My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak.

To be wise, and love,

Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.

Sh. Rich. 111. 1. 2.

Sh. Troil. 111. 2.

When love begins to sicken and decay,

It useth an enforced ceremony.

Sh. Jul. C. IV. 2.

There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.

Sh. Ant. Cleop. 1. 1.

I know not why

I love this youth; and I have heard you say,
Love's reason's without reason.

Sh. Cymb. IV. 2.

Men's vows are women's traitors.

Sh. Cymb. III. 4.

Love 's not love,

When it is mingled with regards that stand
Aloof from the entire point.

Sh. Lear, 1.1.

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;

Being purgid, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd, a sea nourished with lovers' tears;

What is it else? A madness most discreet,

A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

Sh. Rom. 1.1.

Alas! that love whose view is muffled still,
Should without eyes see pathways to his will. Sh. Rom. 1. 1.

Ruin'd love, when it is built anew

Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. Ib. 11. 2.

Stony limits cannot hold love out:

And what love can do, that dares love attempt. Sh. Rom. 11. 2.

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,

Like softest music to attending ears!

Sh. Rom. 11. 2.

Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say-ay:
And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear'st,
Thou may'st prove false; at lovers' perjuries,

They say Jove laughs.

Sh. Rom. 11. 2.