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Our wishes and endeavours kill oppose;
The pris'ner hates his bolts, whilft he remains,
Pleas'd not so much with freedom, as his chains.

Sir R. Howard's Blind Lady.
Love, like a shadow, while youth shines, is shown ;
But in old age's darkness, there is none.

Sir R. Howard's Great Favourite,
Can you, my heart, for want of friendship blame;
That for your safety have expos'd my fame?
Love to your glories, should his flames resign ;
As fires their light, when the bright sun does shine.
2. If thrones be feats for cares, in a king's brealt,
Love has a title sure, amongst the rest.

Ibid,
Late love, like late repentance, feldom's true,

Alexander Brome. 'Tis not her birth, her friends, nor yet her treasure,

My free-born foul can hold ;

For chains are chains though gold : Nor do I court her for my pleasure,

Nor for that old morality,

Do I love her, 'cause she loves me?
For that's no love but gratitude : and all
Loves that from fortunes rise, with fortunes fall.
If friends, or birth, created love within me,

Then princes I'll adore,

And only scorn the poor :
If virtue, or good parts could win me,

I'll turn platonick, and ne'er vex

My soul with difference of sex :
And he that loves his lady cause she's fair,
Delights his eye ; so loves himself, not her.
Reason and wisdom are to love high treason ;

Nor can he truly love,

Whose flame's not far above, And far beyond his wit, or reason :

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desires : Something there is, moves me to love ; and I Do know I love ; but know not how, nor why.

Alexander Brome. There is no failing of women at their Critical minutes, if you do, they'll hate You ever after ; and think you want vigour, Or apprehenfion. Counsels in love, like Stratagems in war, are to be taken On the sudden ; when you find the enemy In disorder, or your own men fittest For action.

Fane's Love in the Dark. Lovers will wind themselves by words to paffion; Their airy talk turns fire by agitation : Thus, sometimes yielding, sometimes aggravating, 'Twixt hope and fear, like ships betray'd by calms To greater storms.

Fane's Sacrifice. Cupid, I scorn to beg the art

From thy imaginary throne ;
To learn to wound another's heart,

Or how to heal my own.
If she be coy, my airy mind
Brooks not a siege : If she be kind,
She

proves my scorn, that was my wonder :
For towns that yield, I hate to plunder.
Love is a game, hearts are the prize ;
Pride keeps the stakes, art throws the dice :

When either's won,
The
game

is done.
Love is a coward, hunts the flying prey ;
But when it once stands still, love runs away.

Fane's Love in the dark.

Blushes

Blushes a woman's passion may reveal ;
But men their passion, by their words should tell.

E. of Orrery's Tryphont.
Love is a fate which ev'ry one must taste ;
Some foon, fome late, but all must burn at laft.

Ibid. Ah 'twas not love, if ought could conquer it ; You lov’d not well, or knew his pow'r but ill, That say you were in love, and are not still : The name of love, for love itself you took; Since real love can never be forsook : Had your's been true, you might as well have swore, You do not live, as that you love no more.

Ibid. Love is a god, and cannot be withstood ;, Yet he's a god alone to flesh and blood: For those whose souls are active and sublime, Refist his pow'r ; and so prove gods to him.

E. of Orrery's Muftapha. He who to love aspires, To nothing less can limit his desires : Love's pow'r must always friendship's pow'r out do ; For love at once is love and friendship too.

E. of Orrery's Black Prince. Love never was to reason's rules confin'd; For 'tis a passion, fir, which only knows Such laws, as on itself it will impose. The greatest men that e'er the world did grace, Have ftill allow'd to love the highest place.

lbid Oh why is love call'd nature's highest law ! When title man's invention, does it awe ? But 'tis the strength which reason does impart, That makes my blood give rules thus to my heart. If nature reason on us did bestow ; Love, nature's di&tate, 'twould not overthrow : But reason is a bright resistless fire, Which heav'n, not nature does in us inspire :

It is not nature's child, but nature's king;
And o'er love's heights does us to glory bring :
As bodies are below, and souls above ;
So much should reason be preferr’d to love.

E. of Orrery's Henry V.
The fire of love, like to the common fire,
'The fuel being gone, does straight expire ;
Or like fight, which philosophers do say,
Would cease to be, were objects took away.

Dover's Roman Generals, 3. Love's a foundation that will ne'er decay : 2. Yet oft in ruin, doth the builder lay.

Ibid. 'Twas not allow'd to Jove, To hold at once his reason, and his love.

Tuke's Adventures of five Hours: Mod'rate delight is but a waking dream; And of all pleasures love is the fupreme : And therefore love immod'rate love deserves : Excess o'ercomes, but moderation starves.

Crown's Caligula Were worlds betwixt you, bigger than all this, Love o'er them all would mount, to fly to bliss : Millions of leagues that hawk his airy spies, And wherefoe'er you pearch him, home he flies.

Crown's First Part of the Destruction of Jerusalem. What do the wounded and the dying do? Love joins in one, what are in nature two: The breasts of lovers but one foul contain ; Which equally imparts delight or pain.

Ibid. A most harmonious friendship this must prove ! The fates design'd'em for each others love : For none love them, and they have love for none ; Their kindness centers on themselves alone.

Crown's Califo.

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SELF-LOVE. Self-love, my liege, is not fo vile a fin, As felf-neglecting.

Shakespear's King Henry V: Self-love never yet could look on truth But with blear'd beams ; seek flattery and she Are twin-born sisters, and so mix their eyes, As if you sever one, the other dies.

Johnson's Cynthia's Revels. Who govern men, if they will stay above ; Must see and scorn the downfals of selflove.

Lord Brooke's Alaham. To think well of ourselves, if we deserve It, it is a lustre in us ; and ev'ry good We have, strives to thew gracious : What use is It else? Old age, like sear-trees, is feldom Seen affected, stirs fometimes at rehearsal Of such acts as his daring youth endeavour'd.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Wit without Money. Who live but for themselves, are but for shew ; And stand like barren trees, where good might grow.

Richard Brome's Queen and Concubine. Ill painters, when they draw, and poets write ; Virgil and Titian, self-admiring, sight : Then all they do, like gold and pearl appears ; And others actions are but dirt to theirs. They that fo highly think themselves above All other men, themselves can only love ; Reason and virtue, all that man can boast O'er other creatures, in those brutes are loft.

Denham. L 0 r A L I r. Thó' loyalty, well held, to fools does make Our faith mere folly : Yet he that can endure To follow with allegiance a fall’n lord, Does conquer

him that did his master conquer, And earns a place in the story... Shakespear's Antony and Cleopatra.

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