Laftly, take o, in re ftands all my rest: Middleton's Family of Love. Young mens love is like ivy, it must have Of flesh, before all the fafting days in the year. Ibid. 1. In mine eye, he's a moft delicate youth; But in my heart, a thing that it would bleed for. z. Either your eye is blinded, or your remembrance Broken: Call to mind wherefore you came hither. 1. I do my lord, for love, and I am in profoundly. 2. You trifle fure; do you long for unripe Fruit? 'Twill breed diseases in you. 1. Nothing but worms in my belly, and there's 2. 'Tis true, the youngest vines Yields the moft clusters; but the old ever 1. I can tafle of both, but with the old I Middleton's Any thing for a quiet Life. Strong, free, unbounded; and as fome define, Fears nothing, pittieth none: Such love is mine. Mafon's Muleaffes. For this is held a principle in schools; Love makes not fools wife men, but wife men fools. For For love, good mistress, is much like to wax, Barrey's Ram-Alley. Love that is often crofs'd, at length obtain'd; Webfter and Rowley's Thracian Wonder. Love is a law, a difcord of fuch force, That, 'twixt our fenfe and reafon makes divorce: We lofe an age of years, pluck'd from our prime : Then what muft women be, that are the caufe Webfter and Rowley's Thracian Wonder. Brown's Paftorals. Loves fire is of a nature, which by turns, But where's the fortrefs that can love debar? Ibid That fort, that force, that watch, that spy would be A lafting ftop to a fifth emperie : But we as well may keep the heat from fire, As fever hearts, whom love hath made entire. Love is a region full of fires; And burning with extreme defires : Ibid. A An object feeks, of which poffeft, Sir John Beaumont. Swetnam the Woman Hater. They fwell with love, that are with Valour fill'd; And Venus' doves may in a head-piece build. Aleyn's Crefcey. Let us love temp❜rately, things violent laft not; And too much dotage rather argues folly, Than true affection. Malfinger's Duke of Milan. All men that are in love deal with the devil; » Shirleys Sifters. Thus can the flame of heav'n with fubtile art, Love is above all law of nature, blood; Not what men call, but what that bids, is good. Ibid. Shirley's Maid's Revenge. Love, is, but a ftraggling from our reafon. Shirley's Witty Fair One. Love like to fin, inveterate, is ftrong; He prevents danger, that deftroys it young. Shirley's Witty Fair One. Panthers may hide their heads, not change the skin : And love pent ne'er fo close, yet will be seen. John Ford's Lover's Melancholy: Love's measure is extreme; the comfort, pain: John Ford's 'Tis pity fhe's a Whore. Loves measure is the mean; fweet his annoys; Love, I fee you will not entertain Ibid. Those that defire to live amidst your train : Randolph. Mark, how the bashful morn in vain But, when the planet of the day, Ibid. Carewe Young men fly, when beauty darts Love is fuch a wealth, As must be gain'd by free confent; not stealth. Carew. Glapthorne's Albertus Wallenftein. For though we care not for the lover, yet We love the paffion: Though we scorn the off'ring, Hath no revenge 'gainft th' injury of custom, Habbington's Queen of Arragon. "Tis, a pure love, Unmix'd as is the foul. The world perhaps Of greatnefs, feems to challenge more, than I Habbington's Queen of Arragon, Love's kingdom is founded Upon a parity; lord, and fubject, Mafter |