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 That ever love did make thee run into, O!—And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip; 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 He says, he loves my daughter; I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon 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. 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 unquestion- If he love her not, 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; Smiling 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 wants 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. III. iii. 2. And I as rich in having such a jewel, What dangerous action, stood it next to death, 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. That Cupid will impose for my neglect Of his almighty dreadful little might. Well; I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan; 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? To creep in at mine eyes. T. N. i. 5. A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more noon Than love that would seem hid; love's night is soon. T. N. iii. 1. Fie, Fie! how wayward is this foolish love, T. G. i. 2. |