LOVE,-continued. Still harping on my daughter:-yet he knew me not at first; he said, I was a fishmonger: He is far gone, far gone. Ever till now, When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how. All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer, H. ii. 2. M. M. ii. 2. M. N. iii. 2. They are but beggars that can count their worth; I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth. R. J. ii. 6. Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor mine heart, Soft, let us see ; Cym. v. 5. Write, "Lord have mercy upon us" on these three; They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes. L. L. v. 2. A lean cheek,—a blue eye, and sunken,- -an unquestionable spirit, a beard neglected:-Then your hose should be ungartered, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation. A. Y. iii. 2. If he love her not, And be not from his reason fall'n thereon, But keep a farm and carters. O then, give pity To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose He is far gone, far gone: and truly in my She never told her love, H. ii. 2.. A. W. i. 3. youth I H. ii. 2. R. J. ii. 6. LOVE,-continued. Feed on her damask'd cheek: she pin'd in thought; Siniling at grief. However we do praise ourselves. Than women's are. We men may say more, swear more: but indeed, T. N. ii. 4. T. N. ii. 4. T. N. ii. 4. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame, In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state, T. N. i. 1. M. W. v. 5. I have done penance for contemning love; T.G. ii. 4. I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say, I love you; then, if you urge me further than to say, Do you in faith? I wear out my suit. Give me your answer; i' faith do, and so clap hands, and a bargain. H.V v. 2. She, sweet lady, dotes, Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, Upon this spotted and inconstant man. So loving to my mother, M. N. i. 1 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face too roughly. H. i. 2. Hang him, truant; there's no true drop of blood in him, to be truly touch'd with love: if he be sad, he wanta money. M.A. iii. ? LOVE,-continued. R. II. iii. 2. Sweet love, I see, changing his property, To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit. A. W. i. 3. My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers; Why, man, she is mine own; H. v. 1. H. VI. PT. II. iii. 2. And I as rich in having such a jewel, What dangerous action, stood it next to death, T. G. ii. 4. When women cannot love where they're beloved. T. G. v. 4. That Cupid will impose for my neglect Of his almighty dreadful little might. Well; I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan; Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. L. L. iii. 1. Good Mistress Page, for that I love your daughter In such a righteous fashion as do, Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners, I must advance the colours of my love, And not retire. With adorations, and with fertile tears, M. W. iii. 4. With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire. T. N. i. 5. How now? Even so quickly may one catch the plague? A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more noon Fie, Fie! how wayward is this foolish love, T. N. i. 5. soon. T. N. iii. 1. T. G. i. 2. LOVE,-continued. What? do I love her, That I desire to hear her speak again, And feast upon her eyes? M.M. ii. 2. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye! A. Ci. 1. K. J. ii. 2. They are in the very wrath of love, and they will together; clubs cannot part them. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Love will suspect where is no cause of fear; A. Y. v. 2. R. J. i. 1. And there not fear where it should most distrust. Poems. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see path-ways to his will! R. J. i. 1. Thereof most worthy; were I the fairest youth Commend them, and condemn them, to her service, W. T. iv. 3. If thou be'st valiant, as (they say) base men, being in love, have then a nobility in their natures, more than is native to them,-listen to me. I saw Othello's visage in his mind; O. ii. 1. O. i. 3. M. V. iii. 2. Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd. K. L. i. 1. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou may'st think of my 'haviour light: Than those that have more cunning to be strange. R. J. ii. 2. Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, R. J. v. 1. T. C. iii. 1. Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground, First you have learn'd like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms, like a malecontent; to relish a love-song, like a robinred-breast; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A B C; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. Holy St. Francis, what a change is here! Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it: T. G. ii. 1. R. J. ii. 3. There lives within the very flame of love I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, H. iv. 7. So thou wilt woo: but, else, not for the world. R. J. iii. 2. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! " O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd ; R. J. ii. 2. O. i. 3. |