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1. We'll speak of love no more.
Shakespear and Rowley's Birth of Merlin.
Shakespear's Hamlet. Things base and vile, holding no quantity, 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 beguild. As waggish boys themselves in game forswear, So the boy love is perjur'd ev'ry where.
Shakespear's Midsummer-Night's Dream.
She never told her love;
Shakespear's Twelfth Night.
I know, I love in vain ; ftrive against hope ;
Shakespear's All's Well that ends Well.
Shakespear's two Gentlemen of Verona. 1 Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, As seek to quench the fire of love with words. 2. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreamer rage ; Let it should burn above the bounds of reason. 1. The more thou damm'ft it up, the more it burns : The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know't, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; But when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet musick with th' enamelld stones ; Giving a gentle kiss to ev'ry sedge, He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
Ibid. Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love ; Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever: Spend not then his gifts in vain; Suns that set, may rise again : But if once we lose this lighe, 'Tis with us, perpetual night.
Johnson's Volpone. I 2
Cupid conquers, ere he doth invade.
Johnson's Poetaster, Angry Cupid, bolting from her eyes, Hath shot himself into me like a flame; Where, now, he flings about his burning heat; As in a furnace, some ambitious fire, Whose vent is stopt. The fight is all within me ; I cannot live, cxcept thou help me, Mosca ; My liver melts, and I, without the hope of some soft air, from her refreshing breath, Am but a heap of cynders.
That breeds good will; gcod will desire of union :
Johnson's New Inn.
I could renew those times, when first I saw,
Johnson's Underwood's Love's wars are harmless, for whoe'er does yield; Gains as much honour, as who wins the field.
Chapman's Revenge for Honour. Love's service, is much like our hum'rous loids, Where minions carry more than servitors; The bold and careless servant still obtains : The modest and respective nothing gains.
Chapman's All Fools. 1. In love of women, my affection first Takes fire out of the frail parts of
upon trial 'twixt what reason loves, And what affection, makes in me the best Ever preferr'd : What most love, valuing leaft. 2. Thy love being judgment then, and of the mind, Marry thy worthiest mistress now being blind. 1. If there were love in marriage, fo I would ; But I deny that any man doth love, Affecting wives, maids, widows, any women; For neither flies love milk, although they drown
In greedy fearch thereof; nor doth the bee
Chapman's Revenge of Bully D'ambois,
-For love is still
Daniel's Civil War.
Daniel's Sonnets, How oft do they miscarry in their love, And how disloyal these fine herdsmen prove ; You shall perceive how their abundant store Pays not their expectation nor desires : Witness these groves, wherein, they oft deplore The miserable passions they sustain ; And how perfidious, wayward, and unkind They find their loves to be ; which we, who are 'The eyes and ears of woods, oft see and hear: For hither to these groves they must reført; And here one wails a-part the usage hard