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1. We'll speak of love no more.
2. Nay, if you will, you may,
'Tis but in jeft; and yet so children play
With fiery fames, and covet what is bright;
But feeling his effects, abhor the light.

Shakespear and Rowley's Birth of Merlin.
Not that I think, you did not love your father,
But that I know love is begun by time;
And that I fee in passages of proof,
Time qualifies the spark and fire of it :
There lives within the very fame of love,
A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it;
And nothing is at a like goodness still:
For goodness growing to a pleurisie,
Dies in his own too much.

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;
But let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: the pin’d in thought,
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed?
We men may say more, swear more ; but, indeed,
Our thews are more than will: for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Shakespear's Twelfth Night.


I know, I love in vain ; ftrive against hope ;
Yet, in this captious and intenible sieve,
I still pour in the water of my love,
And lack not to lose itill: thus Indian-like,
Religious in mine error, I adore
The sun that looks upon his worshipper,
But knows of him no more,

Shakespear's All's Well that ends Well.
Oh, how this spring of love resembleth
'Th' uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shews all the beauty of the sun,
And, by and by, a cloud takes all away!

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.
His victories of lightest trouble prove ;
For there's no labour, where is love.

Johnson's Masques.
If I freely may discover,
What would please me in my lover :
I would have her fair and witty,
Sav'ring more of court, than city ;
A little proud, but full of pity :
Light and humorous in her toying ;
Oft building hopes, and soon destroying ;
Long, but sweet in the enjoying :
Neither too easy, nor too hard ;
All extremes I would have barr'd.

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.

Johnson's Volpone.
The body's love is frail ; subject to change,
And alter still with it: The mind is firm,
One and the fame; proceedeth first from weighing,
And well examining what is fair and good :
Then what is like in reason, fit in manners;

That breeds good will; gcod will desire of union :
So knowledge first begets benevclence;
Benevolence breeds friendship; friendship love:
And where it starts, or steps aside from this,
It is a meer degenerous appetite,
A lost, oblique, deprav'd affection ;
And bears no mark, or character of love.

Johnson's New Inn.

I could

I could renew those times, when first I saw,
Love in your eyes, that gave my tongue the law,
To like what you lik'd ; and at masques and plays
Commend the self-fame actors, the lame ways ;
Ask how you did, and often with intent
Of being officious, be impertinent :
All which were such soft pastimes, as in these,
Love was as subtly catch'd, as a disease ;
But being got, it is a treasure sweet,
Which to defend, is harder than to get :
And ought not be prophan'd, on either part ;
For though 'tis got by chance, 'tis kept

by art.

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


Which till I have enjoy'd, is passionate
Like other lovers; but fruition part,
I then love out of judgment ; the desert
Of her I love, still sticking in my heart,
Though the desire, and the delight be gone :
Which must chance still, since the comparison

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
Love honey, though the labour of her life
Is spent in gath'ring it ; nor those that fat
Or beasts, or fowls, do any thing therein
For any love : For, as when only nature
Moves men to meat, as far as her pow's rules,
She doth it with a temp'rate appetite,
The too much men devour, abhorring nature ;
And in our most health, is our most disease:
So, when humanity rules men and women,
'Tis for society confin'd in reason.
But what excites the bed's defire in blood,
By no means juftly can be constru'd love ;
For, when love kindles any knowing spirit,
It ends in virtue and effects divine ;
And is in friendship chaste, and masculine.

Chapman's Revenge of Bully D'ambois,

-For love is still
In hafte ; and, as a lord that rules alone,
Admits no counsellor in good nor ill !
For he and kings gladly give ear to none,
But such as fmooth their ways, and footh their will.

Daniel's Civil War.
Read it, fweet maid, tho' it be done but slightly:
Who can sew all his love ; doth love but lightly,

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


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