LOVE,-continued.

Feed on her damask'd cheek: she pin'd in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat, like Patience on a monument,

Smiling at grief.

However we do praise ourselves.
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,

T. N. ii. 4.

More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won,

Than women's are.

T. N. ii. 4.

We men may say more, swear more: but indeed,
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

T. N. ii. 4.

O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame,
To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
How will she love, when the rich golden shaft
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart,
These sovereign thrones, are all supplied and fill'd
(Her sweet perfections,) with one self king!—
Away before me to sweet beds of flowers;
Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers.

In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state,
Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate.

T. N. i. 1.

M.W. v. 5.

I have done penance for contemning love;
Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me
With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs,
For in revenge of my contempt of love,
Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes,
And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow.

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 wants money.

M.A. iii. ?

LOVE,-continued.

R. II. iii. 2.

Sweet love, I see, changing his property,
Turas to the sourest and most deadly hate.
It is the show and seal of nature's truth,
Where love's strong passion is impressed in youth.

To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
I lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum.

A. W. i. 3.
Poems.

My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;
That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants.

Why, man, she is mine own;

H. v. 1.

H. VI. PT. III. iii. 2.

And I as rich in having such a jewel,
As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl,
The water, nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

What dangerous action, stood it next to death,
Would I not undergo for one calm look?

O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd,

T.G. ii. 4.

When women cannot love where they're beloved. T. G. v. 4.
Go to; it is a plague

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 I 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?
Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections,
With an invisible and subtle stealth,
To creep in at mine eyes.

A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more noon
Than love that would seem hid; love's night is

Fie, Fie! how wayward is this foolish love,
That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!

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.

A. Ci. 1.

There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.

Drawn in the flattering table of her eye!
Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow!
And quarter'd in her heart!

K. J. ii. 2.

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will together; clubs cannot part them.

Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,

Love will suspect where is no cause of fear;
And there not fear where it should most distrust.

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,

A. Y. v. 2.

R. J. i. 1.

Poems.

Should, without eyes, see path-ways to his will! R. J. i. 1.
Were I crown'd the most imperial monarch,
Thereof most worthy; were I the fairest youth
That ever made eye swerve; had force and knowledge,
More than was ever man's,-I would not prize them,
Without her love: for her, employ them all;

Commend them, and condemn them, to her service,
Or to their own perdition.

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;
And to his honours and his valiant parts,
Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
Madam, you have bereft me of all words,
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.

Thou art most rich, being poor;
Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd.
Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon.

O. ii. 1.

O. i. 3.

M. V. iii. 2.

And therefore thou may'st think of my 'haviour light:

K. L. i. 1.

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;

But trust me, gentlemen, I'll prove more true

Than those that have more cunning to be strange.

R. J. ii. 2.

Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy?
Love's invisible soul.

R. J. v. 1.

T.C. iii. 1.

LOVE,-continued.

Her virtues, graced with external gifts,
Do breed love's settled passions in my heart.

H.VL, PT. 1. V. 5.

His love was an eternal plant;
Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground,
The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun.
H.VI. PT. III. iii. 3.

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!
Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,

So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine

Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
How much salt water thrown away in waste,
To season love, that of it doth not taste!
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
Thy old groans ring yet in my antient ears;
Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:
If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine,
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline;-
And art thou chang'd?

A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it:

There lives within the very flame of love

And nothing is at a like goodness still;

For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,

T. G. ii. 1.

R. J. ii. 3.

Dies in its own too-much.

O, gentle Romeo,

If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully

Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,

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;
And I lov'd her that she did pity them.

R. J. ii. 2.

0. i. 3.

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 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. Gi. 1.

If it prove so, then loving goes by haps;

Some Cupids kill with arrows, some with traps.

Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,

M. A. iii. 1.

For now my love is thaw'd;

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. l

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.