Art versus Science

The Uninspired

Love
Beyond
Reason

MALL have continual plodders ever

SMALL

won,

Save base authority from other's books. These earthly god-fathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act I, Sc. 1.

WHY

HY, universal plodding prisons up
The nimble spirits in the arteries,
As motion and long-during action.
Tires the sinewy vigour of the traveller.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV, Sc. 3.

Ο

THER slow arts entirely keep the brain;
And therefore, finding barren prac-
tisers,

Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil;
But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain;
But, with the motion of all elements,

Courses as swift as thought in every power,
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices.
It adds a precious seeing to the eye;
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;
A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,
When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd;
Love's feeling is more soft and sensible
Than are the tender horns of cockled snails;
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross
in taste.

For valour, is not Love a Hercules,

Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his
hair;

And when Love speaks, the voice of all the
gods

Make heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink were temp'red with Love's
sighs;

O, then his lines would ravish savage ears,
And plant in tyrants mild humility.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV, Sc. 3.

Love
Beyond
Reason

Dreams

The Poet

RUE, I talk of dreams,

Which are the children of an idle brain,

Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,

Which is as thin of substance as the air
And more inconstant than the wind, who

wooes

Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Romeo and Juliet. Act I, Sc. 4.

L brains,

Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is, the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth
to heaven;

And as imagination bodies forth

The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen

Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing

A local habitation and a name.

A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act V, Sc. 1.

FIR

O

YOUTH AND LOVE

IRE that's closest kept burns most of all.
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I, Sc. 2.

THEY love least that let men know
their love.

Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I, Sc. 2.

THA

HAT love is merchandiz'd whose rich
esteeming

The owner's tongue doth publish everywhere.
Sonnet CII.

SILE

ILENCE is the perfectest herald of joy; I were but little happy, if I could say how much.

Much Ado About Nothing. Act II, Sc. 1.

The Silence of Love

Hope and Patience

Trans

figuring Hope

Love's
Wings

The
Fire of
Love

Love's

Heralds

OPE is a lover's staff; walk hence with
that,

And manage it against despairing thoughts.
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act III, Sc. 1.

RUE hope is swift, and flies with swal-
low's wings;

TRU

Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures
kings.
Richard III. Act V, Sc. 2.

To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; Much less shall she that hath Love's wings to fly.

Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II, Sc. 7.

IDST thou but know the inly touch of love,

DT

Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II, Sc. 7.

L

OVE'S heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams