LOVE,-continued. O king, believe not this hard-hearted man; O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! Come hither, boy: If ever thou shalt love, That is belov'd. R. II. v. 3. T. N. i. 1 T. N. ii. 4. A. Y. iii. 2. It is as easy to count atomies, as to resolve the propositions of a lover. The strongest, love will instantly make weak: Strike the wise dumb; and teach the fool to speak. Poems. But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. I know I love in vain, strive against hope; Yet in this captious and intenible sieve, I still pour in the waters of my love, And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-like, O. iii. 3. The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, A. W. i. 3. We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly. A. Y. ii. 4. Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip, as madmen do: and the reason why they are not so punished and cured, is, that the lunacy is so ordinary, that the whippers are in love too. A. Y. iii. 2. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal. Break an hour's promise in love! A. Y. iv. l. A. Y. iv. 1. By heaven, I do love; and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy. L. L. iv. 3. If he be not in love with some woman, there is no believing old signs: he brushes his hat o' mornings;-what should that bode? M. A. iii. 3. The greatest note of it is his melancholy. M. A. iii. 2. LOVE,-continued. I found him under a tree, like a dropped acorn. But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; A. Y. iii. 2. For, if they could, Cupid himself would blush. M.V.ii. 6. This is the very ecstacy of love: Whose violent property foredoes itself, And leads the will to desperate undertakings, As oft as any passion under heaven, That does afflict our natures. Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity, H. ii. 1. T.C. iv. 4. I do much wonder that one man, seeing how much The more thou damm'st it up, the more it burns; He makes sweet music with th' enamel'd stones, And so, by many winding nooks, he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean. O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out, I something do excuse the thing I hate, For his advantage that I dearly love. T. G. ii. 7. To have what we'd have, we speak not what we mean: M. M. ii. 4. If I do not take pity of her, I'm a villain; if I do not love her, I am a Jew: I will go get her picture. M. A. ii. 3. Not only, Mistress Ford, in the simple office of love, but in all accoutrement, complement, and ceremony of it. Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, M.W. iv. 2. T. N. ii. 4. LOVE,-continued. As the most forward bud The eating canker dwells, so eating love T.G. i. 1 T.G. i. 3 T.G. i. 1. Your brother and my sister no sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy: and in these degrees they have made a pair of stairs to marriage. A. Y. v. 2. Indeed, he was mad for her, and talk'd of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies. A. W. v. 3. But if thy love were ever like to mine, How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy! A. Y. ii. 4. He was wont to speak plain, and to the purpose, like an honest man, and a soldier; and now he has turn'd orthographer; his words are a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange dishes. If thou remember'st not the slightest folly O! And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip; A very beadle to a humorous sigh; A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; * * * * What? I I love! I sue! I seek a wife! M. A. ii. 3. A. Y. ii. 4. LOVE,-continued. Still a repairing; ever out of frame; For aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth; O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low! The gods themselves, Humbling their deities to love, have taken The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter Became a bull and bellow'd; the green Neptune He says, he loves my daughter; As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, Who loves another best. L. L. iii. 1. M. N. i. 1. 0. i. 2. Cym. iv. 2. W. T. iv. 3. W. T. iv. 3. 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. H. ii. 2. All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer, With sighs of love. 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. 4. 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. |