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LOVE

1

Why should we kill the best of passions, love?
It aids the hero, bids ambition rise
To nobler heights, inspires immortal deeds.
Even softens brutes, and adds a grace to virtue.

ThomsonSopkonisba. Act V. Sc. 2.


2

O, what are you waiting for here? young man!
What are you looking for over the bridge?—
A little straw hat with the streaming blue ribbons
Is soon to come dancing over the bridge.

ThomsonWaiting.


Nee jurare time; Veneris perjuria venti
Irrita per terras et freta summa ferunt,
Gratia magna Jovi; vetuit pater ipse valere,
Jurasset cupide quicquid ineptus amor.
Fear not to swear; the winds carry the perjuries of lovers without effect over land and
sea, thanks to Jupiter. The father of the gods
himself has denied effect to what foolish lovers in their eagerness have sworn.
Tibullus—Carmina. I. 4. 21.
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Perjuria ridet amantium Jupiter et ventos irrita ferre jubet.
At lovers' perjuries Jove laughs and throws
them idly to the winds.
Tibullus—Carmina. III. 6. 49.
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Die Liebe wintert nicht;
Nein, nein! 1st und bleibt Fruhlings-Schein.
Love knows no winter; no, no! It is, and
remains the sign of spring.
Ludwig TmcK—Herbstlied.


At first, she loved nought else but flowers,
And then—she only loved tl.e rose;
And then—herself alone; and then—
She knew not what, but now—she knows.
Etdgelt Tobhence—House of a Hundred Lights.


For Truth makes holy Love's illusive dreams,
And their best promise constantly redeems.
Tcckerman—Sonnets. XXII.


The warrior for the True, the Right,
Fights in Love's name;
The love that lures thee from that fight
Lures thee to shame:
That love which lifts the heart, yet leaves
The spirit free,—
That love, or none, is fit for one
Man-shaped like thee.
Aubrey Thos. De Vebe—Miscellaneous
Poems. Song.


Quis fallere possit amantem?
Who can deceive a lover?
Vergil—Æneid. IV. 296.


Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori.
Love conquers all things; let us yield to love.
Vergil—Eclogce. X. 69.


For all true love is grounded on esteem.
Vimjers (Duke of Buckingham).
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Qui que tu sois, voici ton maftre;
Il Test—le fut—ou le doit etre.
Whoe'er thou art, thy master see;
He was—or is—or is to be.
Voltaire—Works. II. P. 765. (Ed. 1837)
Used as an inscription for a statue of Cupid.
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 | text = <poem>To love is to believe, to hope, to know;
'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!
Edmund Waller—Divine Poems. Divine
Love. Canto III. L. 17.


Could we forbear dispute, and practise love,
We should agree as angels do above.
Edmund Waller—Divine Poems. Divine
Love. Canto III. L. 25.


And the King with his golden sceptre,
The Pope with Saint Peter's key,
Can never unlock the one little heart,
That is opened only to me.
For I am the Lord of a Realm,
And I am Pope of a See;
Indeed I'm supreme in the kingdom
That is sitting, just now, on my knee.
C. H. Webb—The King and the Pope.


O, rank is good, and gold is fair,
And high and low mate ill;
But love has never known a law
Beyond its own sweet will!
Whittier—Amy Wentworth. St. 18.


"I'm sorry that I spell'd the word;
I hate to go above you,
Because"—the brown eyes lower fell,—
"Because, you see, I love you!"
Whittier—In School-Days. St. 4.


Your love in a cottage is hungry,
Your vine is a nest for flies—
Your milkmaid shocks the Graces,
And simplicity talks of pies!
You he down to your shady slumber
And wake with a bug in your ear,
And your damsel that walks in the morning
Is shod like a mountaineer.
N. P. Willis—Love in a Cottage. St. 3.


He loves not well whose love is bold!
I would not have thee come too nigh.
The sun's gold would not seem pure gold
Unless the sun were in the sky:
To take him thence and chain him near
Would make his beauty disappear.
William Wintee—Love's Queen.


The unconquerable pang of despised love.
Wordsworth—Excursion. Bk. VI. Hamlet
Act III. Sc. 1.


For mightier far
Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway
Of magic potent over sun and star,
Is love, though oft to agony distrest,
And though his favourite be feeble woman's
breast.
Wordsworth—Laodamia. St. 15.