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Gli huomini dimenticano più teste la morte del padre, che la perdita del patrimonie.
A son could bear with great complacency, the death of his father, while the loss of his inheritance might drive him to despair. MACHIAVELLI—Del. Prin. Ch. XVII. Same idea in TAYLOR—Philip Van Artevelde.
(See also BYRON under THIEVING)
Things that are not at all, are never lost. MARLOWE—Hero and Leander. First Sestiad.
L. 276. (See also WALTON)
What's saved affords No indication of what's lost.
OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)—The Scroll.
But over all things brooding slept
Zizyphus Lotus Where drooping lotos-flowers, distilling balm, Dream by the drowsy streamlets sleep hath
crown'd, While Care forgets to sigh, and Peace hath bal
samed Pain. Paul H HAYNE—Sonnet. Pent in this Com
mon Sphere. 15 The lotus flower is troubled
At the sun's resplendent light;
She dreamily waits for the night.
A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.
MONTAIGNE—Essays. Of Solitude.
When wealth is lost, nothing is lost;
Motto Over the Walls of a School in Germany.
That puts it not unto the touch
trose's Poems. No. 1. Vol. II. P. 566.
Si quis mutuum quid dederit, sit pro proprio
perditum; Cum repetas, inimicum amicum beneficio in
venis tuo. Si mage exigere cupias, duarum rerum exoritur
optio; Vel illud, quod credideris perdas, vel illum ami
What you lend is lost; when you ask for it back, you may find a friend made an enemy by your kindness. If you begin to press him further, you have the choice of two thingseither to lose your loan or lose your friend. PLAUTUS—Trinummus. IV. 3. 43.
Periere mores, jus, decus, pietas, fides,
We have lost morals, justice, honor, piety and faith, and that sense of shame which, once lost, can never be restored. SENECA — Agamemnon. CXII.
They wove the lotus band to deck
MOORE-Odes of Anacreon. Ode LXX.
POPE-Sappho to Phaon. L. 177.
21 The lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed.
MARGARET J. PRESTON--Rhodope's Sandal. The Lotos blooms below the barren peak: The Lotos blooms by every winding creek: All day the wind breathes low with mellower
tone: Thro' every hollow cave and alley lone, Round and round the spicy downs the yellow
Lotos-dust is blown. TENNYSON—The Lotos-Eaters. Choric Song.
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Thou art gone, and forever!
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 1.
That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break. TENNYSON-In Memoriam. Pt. VI. St. 2.
In that dusk land of mystic dream
Where dark Osiris sprung, It bloomed beside his sacred stream
While yet the world was young; And every secret Nature told,
Of golden wisdom's power,
Within the Lotos flower.
Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
ADDISON—Rosamond. Act III. Sc. 2.
Che amar chi t'odia, ell’è impossibil cosa.
For 'tis impossible Hate to return with love. ALFIERI—Polinice. II. 4.
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul, Each choosing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal, Then blend they, like green leaves with golden
Lies open onward to eternal day.
Mein Herz ich will dich fragen,
Was ist denn Liebe, sag?
Zwei Herzen und ein Schlag."
What then is Love? say on.
Two hearts that throb as one."
—Der Sohn der Wildniss. Act II. Trans.
(See also Du BARTAS)
To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole,
WILLIAM BLAKE_Couplets and Fragments. IV.
Ma vie a son secret, mon âme a son mystére:
Un amour éternel en un moment concu.
Et elle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su.
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
Unseen, unspoken, and of no one known; And of my sweet, who gave it, least of all. FELIX ARVERS-Sonnet. Trans. by JOSEPH
KNIGHT. In The Athenæum, Jan. 13, 1906. Arvers in Mes Heures Perdues, says that the sonnet was “mite de l'italien."
Love in a shower safe shelter took,
BLOOMFIELD Glee. St. 1.
Wounds of fire are hard to bear; harder still are those of love.
HJALMAR HJORTH BOYESEN–Gunnar. Ch. IV.
The first sigh of love is the last of wisdom.
Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Much ado there was, God wot;
The falling out of lovers is the renewing of love. BURTON—Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III. Sec. 2. TERENCE-Andria. III. 23.
(See also Lyly under FRIENDS)
14 The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name.
BYRON—The Giaour. L. 1,099.
15 Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven;
A spark of that immortal fire
To lift from earth our low desire.
Love in your hearts as idly burns
(See also COWPER under Loss)
BUTLER-Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto I. L. 843. What mad lover ever dy'd, To gain a soft and gentle bride? Or for a lady tender-hearted, In purling streams or hemp departed?
BUTLER—Hudibras. Pt. III. Canto I.
Why did she love him? Curious fool!—be stillIs human love the growth of human will?
BYRON—Lara. Canto II. St. 22.
When things were as fine as could possibly be
JOHN BYROM-A Pastoral.
I'll bid the hyacinth to blow,
I'll teach my grotto green to be;
The holly bower and myrtle tree.
CAMPBELL-O'Connor's Child. St. 5.
Oh Love! young Love! bound in thy rosy band,
He that loves a rosy cheek,
Or a coral lip admires,
Fuel to maintain his fires,
Thos. CAREW—Disdain Returned.
Who loves, raves—’tis youth's frenzy—but the
cure Is bitterer still.
BYRON—Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 123.
O! that the Desert were my dwelling place,
BYRON-Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 177.
Then fly betimes, for only they
(See also BUTLER under WAR)
Of all the girls that are so smart
There's none like pretty Sally;
And lives in our alley.
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart,
'Tis woman's whole existence: man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the
mart, Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart,
And few there are whom these cannot estrange; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone. BYRON-Don Juan. Canto I. St. 194.
(See also CROWE, DE STAËL) Alas! the love of women! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing.
BYRON--Don Juan. Canto II. St. 199.
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.
Why love must needs be blind,
His eyes are in his mind.
He that can't live upon love deserves to die in a
Say what you will, 'tis better to be left
(See also CRABBE, GUARINI, TENNYSON)
There's no love lost between us.
FIELDING/Grub Street. Act I. Sc. 4.
Bk. IX. Ch. VII. As trans. by SMOLLETT. It's love, it's love that makes the world go round. Popular French song in Chansons Nationales
et Populaires de France. Vol. II. P. 180.
(About 1821) I tell thee Love is Nature's second sun, Causing a spring of virtues where he shines. GEORGE CHAPMAN—All Fools. Act I. Sc. 1.
L. 98. 5 None ever loved, but at first sight they loved. GEORGE CHAPMAN—The Blind Beggar of Alexandria.
(See also MARLOWE)
If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see
CONGREVE-Way of the World. Act III. Sc. 3.
Banish that fear; my flame can never waste,
I know not when the day shall be,
I know not when our eyes may meet; What welcome you may give to me,
Or will your words be sad or sweet, It may not be 'till years have passed,
'Till eyes are dim and tresses gray; The world is wide, but, love, at last,
Our hands, our hearts, must meet some day.
Hugh CONWAY—Some Day. How wise are they that are but fools in love! How a man may choose a Good Wife. Act I. 1.
Attributed to JOSHUA COOKE in Dict. of
Nat. Biog. 19 A mighty pain to love it is, And 'tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain. ABRAHAM COWLEY-Trans. of Anacreontic
Odes. VII. Gold. (Anacreon's authorship doubted.)
(See also MOORE)
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love. COLLEY CIBBER-Richard III. Act II.
Altered from SHAKESPEARE.
What have I done? What horrid crime com
mitted? To me the worst of crimes outliv'd my liking. COLLEY CIBBEK-Richard III. Act III. Sc. 2. Altered from SHAKESPEARE.
(See also CRASHAW)
Our love is principle, and has its root
COWPER-The Task. Bk. V. L. 353.
Vivunt in venerem frondes omnisque vicissim
The leaves live but to love, and in all the lofty grove the happy trees love each his neighbor. CLAUDIANUS—De Nuptiis Honorii et Mariæ.
HARTLEY COLERIDGE-Song. She is not Fair.