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And sweeter thy discourse is to my ear
Than fruits of palm-tree plcasantest to thirst
And hunger both, from labour, at the hour
Of sweet repast ; they satiate, and soon flII
ThougJi pleasant, but thy words, with grace divine
Imbued, bring to their sweetness no satiety.

Milton's Paradise Lost,
To love tliou blam'st me not, for love thou say'st
Leads up to heaven, is both the way and guide.

Milton's Paradise Lost

Her hand he seiz*d, and to a shady bank.
Thick overhead with verdant roof embower'd.
He led her nothing loath ; flowers were tlie coucli,
Pansies, and violets, and asphodel.
And hyacinth, earth's freshest, softest lap.

Milton^s Paradise Lost

Against his powerfbl knowledge, not decciv'd,
But fondly overcome with female charm.

MilUm's Paradise Lost

But now lead on ;
In me 18 no delay ; with thee to go^
Is to stay here ; with thee here to stay,
Is to go hence unwilling ; thou to me
Art all things under heaven, all plac<\« tUou.

MilUm's Paradise Lorn

Love *s of a strangely 3pcn sin)ple kina.
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A mighty )r/m to love it is.
And 't is a pain that pain to
But of aU pains, tlic greatent pain
It is to lore, but love in vain.

Cowley,
In loving thoa dost well, in passion not,
Wherein true love consists not ; love refines
The thoughts, and heart enlarges, hath its seat
In reason, and is judicious, is the scale
By which to hcav'nly love thou mayst ascend.
Not sunk in carnal pleasure, for which cause
Among the beasts no mate for thee was found.

MUUnC* Paradise LosL
For what can earth produce but love
To represent the jojrs above ?
Or who but lovers can converse
Like angels, by the eye discourse 7
Address and compliment by vision.
Make love and court by intuition.

Buder'e Hudibraa,

Love is a fire, that burns and sparkles
In men as nat*rally as in charcoals,
Which sooty chemists stop in holes
When out of wood they extract coals :
So lovers should their passion choke.
That though they bum, they may not smoke.

ButUr'$ Hudibrtta.

All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until *t is fine,
But when H is settled on the lee,
And from the impurer matter f^ ;
Becomes the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.

BuOer'a Hudibraa,
I am fiird with such amaze,
2:^ far transported with desire and love.
My slippery soul flics to you while I speak.

Rochaier*a Valentinian.

She that would raise a noble love, must find

Wajrs to beget a passion for her mind ;

She must be that which she to the world would

seem:
For all true love is grounded on esteem :
Plainness and truth gain more a generous heart,
Than all the crooked subtleties of art

Buckingham,

When yet a virgin free and undisposed,

I lov'd, but saw you only with my eyep

I could not reach the beauties of your soul :

I have livM since in contemplation.

And long experience of your growing goodness ;

What then was passion is my judgment notr,

Thio' all the several changes of your life

'•«infirm*d and settled in adoring you.

Hayne^a Fatal Mittake,



Oh ! shun thy passion, as thou would*st thj buv^i
The deadliest foe to human happiness,
That poisons all our joys, destroys our quiet.
Love, like a beauteous field at first appears.
Whose pleasing verdure ravishes the sight ;
But all within the hollow treacherous ground.
Is nought but caverns of perdition.

HiggoiCa Generoua Conquerm
He fidl of bashfulness and truth.
Loved much, hoped little, and desired nought

FaifJoM
I Love ifc that passion which refines the soul ;
First made men heroes, and those heroes gods^
Its genial fires inform the sluggish mass ;
The rugged soflcn, and the tim*rous warm ;
Gives wit to fools and manners to the cbwn.

Higgan'a Generoua Conquera
If I but mention him, the tears will fall :
Sure there *s not a letter in his name,
But is a charm to melt a woman's eye.

Lee^a Alexandar,

Among thy various gifts, great heaven, bestow
Our cup of love unmixM : forbear to throw
Bitter ingredients in ; nor pall tlie draught
With nauseous grief: for our ill-judging thought
Hardly enjoys the pleasurable taste ;
Or deem'd it not sincere ; or fears it cannot last
Prior'a Henry and Emma.
Love, weD thou know*st, no partnership allow :
Cupid averse rejects divided vows.

Prior'^a Henry and Emma,
Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart,
How hard thy yoke ! how cruel is thy dart !
Those *scape thy anger who refiise ihy sway.
And those are punished most who most obey.

Prior^a Sciloman,
O mighty love ! from thy unbounded power
How shall the human bosom rest secure 7
How shall our thoughts avoid the various snare 7
Or wisdom to our cautionM soul declare
The different shapes thou plcasest to employ.
When bent to hurt, and certain to destroy 7

Prior^a Solomon
Soft love*s spontaneous tree, its parted root
Must firom two hearts with equal vigour shoot ;
Whilst each dehghtea and delighting gives
The pleasing ecstacy which each receives :
Chorish'd with hope, and fed with joy, it grows ;
Its cheerful buds their opening bloom disclose.
And round the happy soil diffusive odour flows.
If angry fate that mutual care denies.
The fading plant bewails its due supplies;
With wild despair, or sick with frrief, it dies.

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O yet my mind retains


When fix'd to (me, love safe at anchor rides.


That fond be|^innlng of my in&nt pains.


And dares the fivy of the wind and tides ;


Prwr'8 SoUmian,


But loosing once that hold, to the wide oceaA


Dorinda*s sparkling wit and eyes,


borne,


United cast too fierce a light ;


It drives at will, to every wave or scorn.


Which blazes high, but quickly dies.


Diyden


Pains not the heart, but hurts the sight


Here might be seen, that beauty, wealth, ond wi«


I/)TC is a calmer, gentler joy.


And prowess, to the power of love submit :


Smooth arc his looks, and soft his pace ;


The spreading snare for all mankind is laid ;


Her Cupid is a blackguard boy.


And lovers all betray, and are bctray'd.


That runs his link full in your lace.


DrydeiCs Palanwn and Aretle.


EarlpfDoneL


The proverb holds, tliat to be wise and love.


Love is a passion


Is hardly granted to the gods above.


Which kindles honour into noble acts.


Dryden^s Palamon and Arciie^


Dryden'a Rival Ladies,


Love the sense of right and wrong confounds.


Love is a child that talks in broken language.


Strong love and proud ambition have no bounds.


Yet then he speaks most plain.


Dryden'a Palamon and Arcite


Dryden's TroUus and Crestida,


Complaints, and hot desires, the lover's hell.


I find she loves him much, because she hides it«


And scalding tears, tliat wore a channel where


Love teaches cimning even to innocence ;


they fell


And where he gets possession, his first work


Dryden'8 Palamon and Arcite


Is to dig deep within a heart, and there


O love I thou sternly dost thy power maintain.


Lie hid, and, like a miser in the dark.


And wilt not bear a rival in thy reign,


To feast alone.


Tyi^ants and thee all fellowship disdain.


DrydenU Tempest,


Dryden^e Palamon and Arette


The dove that murmurs at her mate*s neglect


The power of love.


But counterfeits a coyness to be courted.


In earth, and seas, and air, and heaven above,


Dryderi'a Ampfiitryon.


Rules unresisted, with an awful nod ;


Love gives esteem, and then he gives desert;


By daily miracles declared a god :


He either finds equality, or makes it:


He blinds the wise, gives eye-sight to the blind ;


Like death, he knows no difference in degrees,


And moulds <uid stomps anew the lover's minu.


But flames and levels all.


Drydeh*» Palamon and ArcUe,


J>rydejC8 Marriage a la Mode,


Love never fails to master what he finds.


There is no satiety of love in thee ;


But works a dificrcnt way in different minds.


Enjoyed, tliou still art new : perpetual spring


The fool enlightens, and the wise he blinds.


Is in thy arms ; the ripenM fioiit but falls.


Dryden'e Cymon and Iphigenia,


And blossoms rise to fill its empty place,


I more joy in thee.


And I grow rich by giving.


Than did thy mother when she hugg'd thee first


Dryden'a AUfor Love,


And bless'd the gods for all her travail past


My heart 's so fUIl of joy.


Otioay's ^'enice Prteencd,


That I shall do some wild extravagance


I had so fixed my heart upon hci ,


Of love in public ; and the foolish world.


That wheresoe'cr I frara'd a scheme of life


Which knows not tenderness, will think me mad. For time to come, she was my only joy.


DryderCe AUfor Love, With which I used to sweeten fiiture cares :


All love may be expelled by other love,


I fancy'd pleasures, none but one who loves


As poisons are by poisons.


And doats as I did, can imagine like them.


DryderCe AUfor Love.


Olwnfs Venice PreeervnL


Can chonce of seeing first thy title prove ?


My eyes wont lose the sight of thee.


And know'st thou not, no law is made for love ?


But languish after thine, and ache witli gazing.


Law is to things which to free choice relate ;


Otujay'e Venice Preserved.


Love is not in our choice, but in our fiite :


Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.


Laws are but positive ; love's power, we see,


Attended on his throne by an his guard


Ts nutoro's sanction, and her first degree.


Of furious wishes, fears, and nice suspicions


Drydm.


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Curse on this love, this little score-crow, love ;
That frights fouls, with his painted bow of loth,
Out of their feeble senses.

OttDoy^s Orphan.

I M sooner trust my fbrtune with a daw,
That hops at every butterfly it sees,
Than have to do in honour with a man.
That sells his virtues for a woman's smiles.

Otway^i Orphan.
With folded arms, and downcast eyes he stands.
The marks and emblems of a woman's fool.

0tvDay*8 Caiu8 Marku.
. f it be hopeless love, use generous means ;
Ajid lay a kinder beauty to the wound :
Take a new infection to tlie heart.
And the rank poison of the old wiH die.

Otway's CaiuM Marhts.
Such is love,
And sucn the laws of his fantastic empire.
The wanton boy delights to bend tlie mighty.
And scofia at the vain wisdom of the wise.

RovieU Royal Convert

Love is, or ought to be, our greatest bliss ;
Since every other joy, how dear soever.
Gives way to that, and we leave all for love.

Rowers Lady Jane Grey.

And yet this tough impracticable heart

Is govern'd by a dainty- finger'd girl ;

Such flaws are found in the most worthy natures ;

A laughing, toying, wheedling, whimpering she,

Shall make him amble on a gossip's message.

And take the distaff with a hand as patient

As e'er did Hercules.

Rowe's Jane Shore,

Can I behold thee and not speak my love,
Ev'n now thus sadly as thou stand's! before me.
Thus desolate, dejected, and forlorn ;
Thy sofbiess steals upon my yielding senses.
Till my soul faints and sickens with desire.

Rowe'e Jane Shore,

O love ! how are thy precious sweetest moments
Thus ever ero8s'd,thus ver'i with disappointments I
Now pride, now fickleness, fantastic quarrels.
And sullen coldness, give us pain by turns ;
Malicious meddling chance is ever busy
To bring us fears, disquiet and delays ;
And ev'n at last, when, after all our waiting,
Kager we tliink to snatch the deaf-bought bliss,
Ambition calls us to its sullen cares.
And honour, stem, impatient v>f neglect,
Curomands us to forget our case and pleasures,
Af if we had been made for nought but toil.
And love were not the business of our lives.

Rowe's Ulyeeea.



I found the fond, believing, love-sick maid
Loose, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of wishes;
Fierceness and pride, the guardians of her honour
Were charm'd to rest, and love alone was waking

Rowers Fair Penitent
Ye sacred pow'rs, whose gracious providence
Is watchful for our good, guard me from men.
From their deceitful tongues, tlicir vows and

flatt'ries ;
Still let me pass neglected by their eyes :
Let my bloom wither, and my form decny.
That none may think it worth his while to ruin me
And fatal love may never bo my bane.

Rou>e*» Fair PenUent
Pleasure flows streaming from those lovoly eyes.
And with its sweetness overcomes my soul

Dennises Rinaldo and Armida
Oh what a traitor is my love.
That thus untlirones me !
I see the errors that I would avoid.
And have my reason still, but not the use oft.

Hotoard'e Vestal Virgin.
Love shall wing the tedious- wasting day ;
Life without love is load ; and time stands iitill,
What we refuse t- him, to deatli we give ;
And then, then only, when we love, we live.

Congreve*9 Bride Mourning,
Jjove 's but tlie firailty of the mind,
Wlien 't is not with ambition join'd ;
A sickly flame, which, if not fed exjnres.
And feeding, wastes its sclf-consuming fires.

Congreve
Thou know'st it is a blind and foolish pass.on,
Pleas'd and disgusted with it knows not wnat.

Addison* i Cato

Love is not to be reason'd down, or lost
I In high ambition, or a thirst of greatness :
'T is second life, it grows into the 8o:il,
Warms ev'ry vein, and beats in cv'ry pulse :
I feel it here : my resolution melts.

Addison's Cato.

When love 's well-tim'd, 't is not a fault to love :
The strong, the bravo, the virtuous, and the wise.
Sink in the sofl captivity together.

Addison's Cattk
Art thou not dearer to my eyes than light ?
Dost thou not circulate thro' all my veins,
Mingle with life, and form my very soia?

Young's Bnsiris.
lj(yrQ^ like wine, gives a tumuUuo*is bliss,
Heighten'd indeed beyond all mortal pleasures ,
But mingles pangs and madness in the bowl.

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Not all the ynde of beauty ;
ih-jHO eyes, that tell \m what the sun is made of;
Thoeo lips, whose touch is to be bought with life ;
Tliose hills of driven snow, which seen are felt ;
All thOBO possest are nought, but as they are
The pioofi the substance of an inward passion,
And tlie rich plunder of a taken heart

Young'B Revenge,

The maid that loves
Goes out to sea upon a shattered plank,
And puts her trust in miracles for safety.

Ywng'e Revenge.
Alas ! my lord, if talking would prevail,
I could suggest much better arguments.
Than those regards you threw away on me ;
Your valour, honour, wisdom, praisM by all :
But bid physicians talk our veins to temper.
And with an argument new-^et a pulse ;
Then tliink, my lord, of reasoning into love.

Yottf^s Revenge,
O, she was all !
My fame, my friendship, and my love of arms.
All stoopM to her ; my bkxxl was her possession :
Deep in tlie secret foldings of my heart,
She liv*d with life, and far the dearer she.

Young^M Revenge,

But, O those eyes ! those murderers ! O whence.
Whence didst thou steal those burning orbs?

From heav'n ?
Thou didst; and His religion to adore thcm«

Young'e Revenge,

If love were endless, men were gods ; H is that
Docs counterbalance travail, danger, pains, —
*T is heaven*s expedient to make mortals bear
The light, and cheat them of the peaceful grave.
Young*9 Revenge,
Sure my heart *8 my own. Each villager
Is queen of her affections, and can vent
Her arbitrary sighs where'er she pleases

Young*9 Brother;

O the soft commerce ! O the tender ties,
Ck4e.twisted with the fibres of the heart !
Wliich, broken, break them; and drain off the

Of human joy ; and make it pain to live —
And is it then to live 7 When such friends part,
*T is the survivor dies — My heart, no more !

Young'e Night ThoughtM,

Who never k)vM, ne'er suffcrM ; he feeb nothing.
Who nothing feels but for himself abne ;
And wnen wo feel for others, reason reels
>*erloaded, from her path, and man runs mad.
Ymnffi Night Thmtgkte



Our first love murdcr'd is the shar; ost pang
A human heart can feeiL

Young M Brolhere,

Love 's not the effect of reason, or of will.

Few feel that passion's force because they choose it.

And fewer yet, when it becomes their duty.

Elizabeth Haywood's Duke of Brun»itAck

Desire, when young, is easily suppressM ;
But chorish'd by the sun of warm encouragement
Becomes too strong and potent for control :
Nor yields but to despair, the worst of passions.
Elizabeth HaytooocPa Duke of Brwmoick,

I cannot love, to counterfeit is base,
And cruel too ; dissembled love is like
The poison of perfumes, a killing sweetness.

Sewell'e Sir W, Raleigh,

Love, strong in wish, is weak in reason, still
Forming a thousand ills, which ne'er shall be,
And, like a coward, kills itself to-day,
With fancy'd grief for fear it die to-morrow.

SeweU^B Sir W, Raleigh

O love ! how hard a fate is thine !
Obtain'd with trouble, and with pain preserv'd ;
Never at rest

Lanedown'o Heroic Love

love ! thou bane of the most generous souls !
Thou doubtful pleasure, and thou certain pain !
What magic 's thine that melts the hardest hearts
And fools the wisest minds 7

Lansdown^s Heroic Love
Let the fbols«
Who follow fortune, live upon her smiled ;
All our prosperity is plac'd in love :
We have enough of that to make us happy.

Southern's Oroonoka

Till now I knew not what it was to love ;
My loose desires deserv'd a fouler name.
But this fair charmer has refin'd my passions.
And with her virtue taught me to admire
The beauties of the mind : therefore, for her

1 will endure the tedious toil of courtship.

Trap's Alhramule,

O slipp'ry state
Of human pleasures, fleet and volatile.
Given us and snatch'd again in one short momenl,
To mortify our hopes, and edge our suff'rings.

Trapes AlbrammU.
Love, that disturbs
The schemes of wisdom still ; that wing'd nitu

passion.
Blind and impetuous in its fond pursuits,
Leaves the grey-headed reason fiir benind.

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Oh, that we
In those blctt woods, where first jrou won my toul.
Had passM our gentle days : far from the toil
Knd pomp of courts ! Such is the wish of Iotc ;
Of love, that, with delighted weakness, knows
\o bliss and no ambition but itsclC
But in the world*s full light, those charming dreams.
Those fond illusions vanish.

TmttnMon,

My deluded thought
Runs back to days of love ; when fancy still
Found worlds of beauty ever rising new
To the transported eye ; when flattering hope
FormM endless prospects of increasing bliss ;
And still the credulous heart belicvM them all,
Ev*n more than love could promise.

ThomaorCi ScphdnUba,

But sure, my friend,
There is a time for love ; or life were vile,
A tedious circle of unjoyous days
With senseless hurry filPd, distasteful, wretched,
Till love comes smiling in. and brings his sweets,
His healing sweets, sofl cares, transporting joys.
That make the poor account of life complete.
And justiQr the gods.

TTumuon^B SopftonUba.

Wilt thou be undone T
Resign the towering thought ? tlie vast design,
With future glories big 7 the warrior's wreath ?
The praise of senates? an applauding world 7
All for a sigh 7 all for a sofl embrace 7

Thomsori'B SophonUba.

Why should we kill the best of passions, love 7
It aids the hero, bids ambition rise
To nobler heights, inspires immortal deeds,
Ev*n soflcns brutes, and adds a grace to virtue.
ThomsorCi Sophonisba,

Those fond sensations, tliose enchanting dreams,
\Vhich cheat a toiling world from day to day,
And form the whole of happiness they know.

ThotMon'B Sophoniiba.

Thus the warm youth,
Whom love deludes into his thorny wilds
l*hro' flowery tempting paths, or leads a lifo
Of feverM rapture or of cruel care :
flis brightest aims eztinguish'd all, and all
His lively moments running down to waste.

Thom$on*$ Sea$(m».

Wliile in the rosy vale
j/ove bictttli'd his infunt sighs, from anguish free,
Vnd full replete with bliss ; save the sweet pain.
That, inlj thrilling but exalts it more.

ThoniiorCa Sensona



Thus in sofl anguish he consumes the day
Nor quits his deep retirement, till the moon
Peeps through the chambers of the fleecy east,
Enlightened by degrees, and in her train
Leads on the gentle hoars ; then forth he walks;,
Beneath the trembling languish of her beam.
With soflencd soul, and wooes the bird of eve
To mingle woes with his.

TTumuon's Seaionti

All nature fades extinct; and she alone
Heard, folt, and seen, possesses every thought,
FiUs every sense, and pants in every vein.

Thom8on^8 Seamms,

These are the charming agonies of love.
Whose misery delights.

T7tom$on\ Sai»on$,

And let the aspiring youth beware of love.
Of the smooth glance beware ; for H is too late.
When on his heart the torrent-soflness pours.
Then wisdom prostrate lies, and fading fame
Dissolves in air away ; while the fond soul.
Wrapt in gay visions of unreal bliss.
Still paints tlie illusive form ; the kindling grace t
The enticing smile ; the modest seeming eye.
Beneath whose beauteous beams, belying heaven.
Lurk searchlcss cunning, cruelty, and death.
And still, fabo warbling in his cheated ear.
Her syren voice, enchanting, draws him on
To guileful shores, and meads of fatal joy.

^0019011'$ Seammt,

Devoting all
To love, each was to each a dearer self;
Supremely happy in the awakenM power
Of giving joy. Alone, amid the shades.
Still in harmonious intercourse they livM
The rural day, and talked with flowing heart.
Or sigh'd, and look'd unutterable tilings.

Thomaoti'B Seawns,

She folt his flame ; but deep witliin her breast,
In bashful coyness, or in maiden pride.
The sofl return conceaPd ; save when it stole
In sidelong glances from her downcast eye.
Or from her swelling soul in stifled sighs.

ThomaorCs Sea90^A

Won by tlie charm
Of goodness irresistible, and all
In sweet disorder lost, she blushM consent.

ThomsorCi Seasons

Love is not in our power,
Nay, what seems stranger, is not in our choice :
We only love where fate ordains we should.
And, blindly fond, ofl slight superior merit.

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Lo¥e, sole lord and m (march of itself
Allows no ties, m dictates bat its own.
To that mysterious arbitrary power,
Reason points out and duty pleads in vain.

Moiley'9 Imperial Capthef,

What is this subtle searching flame of love.
That penetrates the tender breast mimask'd,
And blasts the heart of adamant within ;
As the quick lightening oft calcines the blade
Of tcmper*d steel, and leaves the sheath unhurt

Darc\f$ Lofoe and AmbiUon.
Love, likb a wren upon the eagle's wing.
Shall perch superior on ambition's plume.
And mock the lordly passion in its flight

Darcy'B Love and AmhUion,
Is passion to be learnM then 7 would'st thou moke
A science of affection, guide the heart,
And teach it where to fix ?

Brooke's Earl of Warwick,

Love is a passion whose effects are various,
It ever brings some change upon the soul.
Some virtue, or some vice, till then unknown.
Degrades the hero, and makes cowards valiant

Brooke's Oustavus Vasa,
Almighty love ! what wonders are not thine !
Soon as thy influence breathes upon ihe soul.
By thee, the haughty bend the suppliant knee,
By thee, the hand of avarice is opened
Into proffision ; by thy power the heart
Of cruelty is melted into softness ;
The rude grow tender, and the fearfbl bold.

Patterson's Arminius,
Keen are the pangs
Of hapless love, and passion unapprov*d :
But where consenting wishes meet, and vows,
Reciprocally breathed, confirm the tie ;
Joy rolls on joy, an inexhausting stream !
And virtue crowns the sacred scene.

SmoUeWs Regicide,

As love can exquisitely bless,

Love only feels the marvellous of pain ;

Opens new veins of torture in the soul.

And wakes the nerve where agonies are bom.

SmoUeWs Regicide,
Adieu, fi)r him,
The dull engagements of the bustling world !
Adieu the sick impertinence of praise !
And hope, and action ! for with her alone.
By streams and shades, to steal tlicse sighing hours.
Is all he asks, and all that fate can give.

Akenside's Pleasures of Imagination,
Now love is dwindled to intrigue.
And marriage grown a moncy-Icague.

StcifVs Cadenus and Vanessa,



Love why do we one passion call.

When *t is a compound of them all 7

Where hot and cdd, where sharp and sweet.

In all their equipages meet ;

Where pleasures mixM with pains appear

Sorrow with joy, and hope with fear.

SwiJVs Cadenus and Vanessa,

There are in love, the extremes of touchM desire;
The noblest brightness ! or the coarsest fire !
In vulgar bosoms vulgar wishes move ;
Nature guides choice, and as men think, they

love.
In the loose passion men pro^ne the name.
Mistake the purpose, and pollute the flame :



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