LOVE,-continued.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten
them, but not for love.
A. Y. iv. 1.
Ay, but hearken, Sir; though the cameleon love can feed
on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and
I would fain have meat.
T. G. ii. 1.

Love is your master, for he masters you:
And he that is so yoked by a fool

Should'st not, methinks, be chronicled for wise. T. G i. 1.

If it prove so, then loving goes by haps;

Some Cupids kill with arrows, some with traps.

For now my love is thaw'd;

M. A. iii. 1.

Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,

Bears no impression of the thing it was.

T. G. ii. 4.

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out.

R. J. ii. 2.

Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish ;

Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;

One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,

And the rank poison of the old will die.

R. J. i. 3.

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,

Like softest music to attending ears!

R. J. ii. 2.

O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly

To seal love's bonds new made, than they are wont
To keep obliged faith unforfeited.

M. V. ii. 6.

Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.

M. A. ii. 1.

The wound's invisible

That love's keen arrows make.

A. Y. iii. 5.

K. L. i. 1.

Love is not love when it is mingled with regards that stand aloof from the entire point.

Dove-drawn Venus.

T. iv. 1.

One woman is fair; yet I am well: another is wise; yet I am well: another is virtuous; yet I am well: but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come into my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, an excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what colour it please God. M. A. ii. 3.

LOVE, ETERNITY OF.

So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injuries of age,
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
But makes antiquities for aye his page:
Finding the first conceit of love there bred,

Where time and outward forms would show it dead.

LETTER.

Poems.

As much love in rhyme,

As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper,
Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all;
That he was fain to seal in Cupid's name.

L. L. v. 2.

T.G. i. 2.

She makes it strange; but she would be best pleas'd
To be so anger'd with another letter.

-'s MESSENGERS.

Love's heralds should be thoughts,

Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Driving back shadows over low'ring hills.

LOVERS' POETRY.

R. J. ii. 5.

Speak but one rhyme and I am satisfied;
Cry but,-Ah me! couple but-love and dove.
Woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song.

R. J. ii. 1.

L. E. v. 2.

But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?

A. Y. iii. 2.

TOKENS.

Wear this from me; one out of suits with fortune,
That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.

But she so loves the token,

(For he conjur'd her she would ever keep it,)
That she reserves it evermore about her,

To kiss and talk to.

Sooth, when I was young,

And handed love, as you do, I was wont

A. Y. i. 2.

O. iii. 3.

To load my she with knacks; I would have ransack'd
The pedlar's silken treasury, and have pour'd it
To her acceptance.

Take these again; for, to the noble mind,
Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind.

's Vows (See also ОATHS).
Ay, springes to catch wood-cocks. I do know,
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
'Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,

W.T. iv. 3.

H. iii. 1

LOVER'S Vows,-continued.

Giving more light than heat,-extinct in both,
Even in their promise, as it is a making,—
You must not take for fire.

I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow;
By his best arrow with the golden head;
By the simplicity of Venus' doves;

By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves;
And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen,
When the false Trojan under sail was seen;
By all the vows that ever men have broke,
In number more than ever woman spoke ;-
In that same place thou hast appointed me,
To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.

Yet, if thou swear'st,

Thou may'st prove false; at lovers' vows,
They say, Jove laughs.

Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops.
Swearing, till my very roof was dry

With oaths of love.

Doubt thou the stars are fire;

Doubt that the sun doth move:

Doubt truth to be a liar;

H. i. 3.

M. N. i. 1.

R. J. ii. 2.

R. J. ii. 2.

M. V. iii. 2.

But never doubt I love.

Do not swear at all;

H. ii. 2.

Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,

And I'll believe thee.

R. J. ii. 2.

Was is not is; besides, the oath of a lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are both the confirmers of false reckonings.

Stealing her soul with many vows of faith,
And ne'er a true one.

That suck'd the honey of his music vows.

O, men's vows are women's traitors.

A. Y. iii. 4.

M.V. v. 1.

H. iii. 1.

Cym. iii. 4.

O. ii. 1.

T. N. i. 4.

K. J. iii. 1

LOVE-WOUND.

Shot, by heaven! Proceed, sweet Cupid; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap. L. L. iv. 3.

Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead; stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a lovesong; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bowboy's butt-shaft.

LUCK.

R. J. ii. 4.

You're a made old man; if the sins of your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold!

MACBETH.

M.

Yet I do fear thy nature;

It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,

W.T. iii. 3.

To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great;
Art not without ambition; but without

The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly,
That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false,
And yet would'st wrongly win; thou'dst have, great Glamis,
That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do
Than wishest should be undone."

MAD-CAP.

M. i. 5.

Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven lent us here! K. J. i. 1.
Well, then, once in my days I'll be a mad-cap.

H.IV. PT. I. i. 2.

MADNESS (See also DESPONDENCY, Derangement).
Your noble son is mad:

Mad, call I it: for, to define true madness,
What is't, but to be nothing else but mad?

A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch;
Past speaking of in a king.

And he repulsed, (a short tale to make,)
Fell into a sadness, then into a fast;
Thence to a watch; thence into a weakness;
Thence to a lightness: and, by this declension,
Into the madness wherein now he raves.

Alack, 'tis he; why, he was met even now
As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud;
Crown'd with rank fumitor, and furrow weeds,

П. ii. 2.

K. L. iv. 6.

H. ii. 2.

MADNESS,-continued.

With hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow

In our sustaining corn.

Oh, he is more mad

K. L. iv. 4.

Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly
Was never so imbost.

O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!

A.C. iv. 11.

The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword:
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,

The glass of fashion, and the mould of form,

The observ'd of all observers; quite, quite down.
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
Now see that sovereign and most noble reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth,
Blasted with ecstacy: O, woe is me!

To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

This is mere madness:

And thus awhile the fit will work on him;
Anon, as patient as the female dove,
When that her golden couplets are disclos'd,
His silence will sit drooping.

Essentially mad, without seeming so.

H. iii. 1

H. v. i.

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4.

She speaks much of her father; says, she hears,

There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart;
Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,
Yet the unshaped use of it, doth move
The hearers to collection.

O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven!
Keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

H. iv. 5.

K. L. i. 5.

How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of!

H. ii. 2.

It is the very error of the moon;

She comes more near the earth than she was wont;
And makes men mad.

0. v. 2.

O, matter and impertinency mix'd!

Reason in madness!

That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity;

And pity 'tis, 'tis true.

Mad world, mad kings, mad composition.

K. L. iv. 6.

H. ii. 2.

K. J. ii. 2.