O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away.
SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act i., Sc. 3.
Love is a spirit all compact of fire;
Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.
SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 149.
Such is the power of that sweet passion,
That it all sordid baseness doth expel,
And the refined mind doth newly fashion
Unto a fairer form, which now doth dwell
In his high thought, that would itself excel;
Which he, beholding still with constant sight,
Admires the mirror of so heavenly light.
SPENSER: _Hymn in Honor of Love._
How could I tell I should love thee to-day,
Whom that day I held not dear?
How could I know I should love thee away
When I did not love thee anear?
JEAN INGELOW: _Supper at the Mill._ _Song._
Instruct me now what love will do;
'T will make a tongueless man to woo.
Inform me next what love will do;
'T will strangely make a one of two.
Teach me besides what love will do;
'T will quickly mar and make ye too.
Tell me, now last, what love will do;
'T will hurt and heal a heart pierc'd through.
SIR JOHN SUCKLING: _Aph. of Love._
Love is the only good in the world.
Henceforth be loved as heart can love,
Or brain devise, or hand approve.
ROBERT BROWNING: _Flight of the Duchess,_ Pt. xv.
Mutual love brings mutual delight--
Brings beauty, life; for love is life, hate, death.
R.H. DANA: _The Dying Raven._
Let those love now, who never loved before,
Let those who always loved, now love the more.
PARNELL: _Trans. of Pervigilium Veneris._
Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows:
Cupid averse rejects divided vows.
PRIOR: _Henry and Emma,_ Line 590.
And love, life's fine centre, includes heart and mind.
OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 17.
I hold it true, whate'er befall,
I feel it when I sorrow most;
'T is better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all.
TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxvii., St. 4.
Had we never loved so kindly,
Had we never loved so blindly,
Never met, or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
BURNS: _Song, Ae Fond Kiss._
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is--Love, forgive us! cinders, ashes, dust.
KEATS: _Lamia,_ Pt. ii., Line 1.
Why did she love him? Curious fool! be still;
Is human love the growth of human will?
BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto ii., St. 22.
There is no pleasure like the pain
Of being loved, and loving.
PRAED: _Legend of the Haunted Tree._
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart,
'T is woman's whole existence.
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 194.
In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;
In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen;
In hamlets, dances on the green;
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below, and saints above;
For love is heaven and heaven is love.
SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto iii., St. 2.
True love is at home on a carpet,
And mightily likes his ease,--
And true love has an eye for a dinner,
And starves beneath shady trees.
His wing is the fan of a lady,
His foot's an invisible thing,
And his arrow is tipp'd with a jewel,
And shot from a silver string.
WILLIS: _Love in a Cottage._
What is love? 't is nature's treasure,
'T is the storehouse of her joys;
'T is the highest heaven of pleasure,
'T is a bliss which never cloys.
THOMAS CHATTERTON: _The Revenge,_ Act i., Sc. 2.