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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. MACHIAVELLIDel. Prin. Ch. XVII. Same idea in TAYLORPhilip Van Artevelde.

(See also BYRON under THIEVING)


Things that are not at all, are never lost. MARLOWEHero 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
The quiet sense of something lost.

St. 2.
No man can lose what he never had.
IZAAK WALTONThe Compleat Angler. Pt. I.
Ch. V. (See also MARLOWE)


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;
With sunken head and sadly

She dreamily waits for the night.
HEINE-Book of Songs Lyrical Interlude.

No. 10.
Lotos, the name; divine, nectareous juice!
HOMER-Odyssey. Bk. IX. L. 106. POPE's


A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.

MONTAIGNE—Essays. Of Solitude.


When wealth is lost, nothing is lost;
When health is lost, something is lost;
When character is lost, all is lost!

Motto Over the Walls of a School in Germany.


That puts it not unto the touch
To win or lose it all.
NAPIER—Montrose and the Covenanters. Mon-

trose's Poems. No. 1. Vol. II. P. 566.



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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

cum, amiseris.

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. PLAUTUSTrinummus. IV. 3. 43.



Periere mores, jus, decus, pietas, fides,
Et qui redire nescit, cum perit, pudor.

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
And fan with pensile wreath their neck.

MOORE-Odes of Anacreon. Ode LXX.
A spring there is, whose silver waters show
Clear as a glass the shining sands below:
A flowering lotos spreads its arms above,
Shades all the banks, and seems itself a grove.

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. TENNYSONThe Lotos-Eaters. Choric Song.

St. 8.



Like the dew on the mountain,

Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,

Thou art gone, and forever!
Scott-Lady of the Lake. Canto III. St. 16.

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.

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,
Is nestled still in every fold,

Within the Lotos flower.
WM. WINTER-A Lotos Flower.

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Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
Endless torments dwell about thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!

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

Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way

Lies open onward to eternal day.
EDWIN ARNOLD Somewhere There Waiteth.

Mein Herz ich will dich fragen,

Was ist denn Liebe, sag?
Zwei Seelen und ein Gedanke,

Zwei Herzen und ein Schlag."
My heart I fain would ask thee

What then is Love? say on.
"Two souls and one thought only

Two hearts that throb as one."

—Der Sohn der Wildniss. Act II. Trans.
by W. H. CHARLTON. (Commended by
author.) Popular trans. of the play is by
MARIE LOVELLIngomar the Barbarian.
Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.

(See also Du BARTAS)

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To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole,
But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole.

WILLIAM BLAKE_Couplets and Fragments. IV.


Ma vie a son secret, mon âme a son mystére:

Un amour éternel en un moment concu.
La mal est sans remède, aussi j'ai dû le taire,

Et elle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su.
One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;

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,
In a rosy bower beside a brook,
And winked and nodded with conscious pride
To his votaries drenched on the other side.
Come hither, sweet maids, there's a bridge below,
The toll-keeper, Hymen, will let you through.
Come over the stream to me.

Love is like fire.

Wounds of fire are hard to bear; harder still are those of love.


Le premier soupir de l'amour
Est le dernier de la sagesse.

The first sigh of love is the last of wisdom.
ANTOINE BRET-Ecole amoureuse Sc. 7.

Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of the great sun what is light;
Ask what is darkness of the night;
Ask sin of what may be forgiven;
Ask what is happiness of heaven;
Ask what is folly of the crowd;
Ask what is fashion of the shroud;
Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss;
Ask of thyself what beauty is.
BAILEY-Festus. Sc. A Party and Entertain-



Much ado there was, God wot;
He woold love, and she woold not,

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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.

BYRONThe Giaour. L. 1,099.

15 Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven;

A spark of that immortal fire
With angels shared, by Allah given

To lift from earth our low desire.
BYRONThe Giaour. L. 1,131.



Love in your hearts as idly burns
As fire in antique Roman urns.
BUTLERIIwdibras. Pt. II. Canto I.

(See also COWPER under Loss)
Love is a boy by poets styl'd:
Then spare the rod and spoil the child.

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?

BUTLERHudibras. 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
I thought 'twas the spring; but alas it was she.

JOHN BYROM-A Pastoral.

I'll bid the hyacinth to blow,

I'll teach my grotto green to be;
And sing my true love, all below

The holly bower and myrtle tree.
CAMPBELL-Caroline. Pt. I.

My love lies bleeding.

CAMPBELL-O'Connor's Child. St. 5.


Oh Love! young Love! bound in thy rosy band,
Let sage or cynic prattle as he will,
These hours, and only these, redeem Life's years

of ill.
BYRON—Childe Harold. Canto II. St. 81.


He that loves a rosy cheek,

Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek

Fuel to maintain his fires,
As Old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.

Thos. CAREWDisdain Returned.

Who loves, raves—’tis youth's frenzy—but the

cure Is bitterer still.

BYRONChilde Harold. Canto IV. St. 123.



O! that the Desert were my dwelling place,
With one fair Spirit for my minister,
That I might all forget the human race,
And, hating no one, love but only her!

BYRON-Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 177.

Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer love, that run away.
Thos. CAREW—Song. Conquest by Flight.

(See also BUTLER under WAR)



Of all the girls that are so smart

There's none like pretty Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,

And lives in our alley.
HENRY CAREY—Sally 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.

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All thoughts, all passions, all delights,

Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love,

And feed his sacred flame.
COLERIDGE-Love. St. 1.

I have heard of reasons manifold

Why love must needs be blind,
But this is the best of all I hold-

His eyes are in his mind.
COLERIDGE-To a Lady. St. 2.



He that can't live upon love deserves to die in a

ditch. CONGREVE.



Say what you will, 'tis better to be left
Than never to have loved.
CONGREVE—Way of the World. Act II. Sc. 1.


There's no love lost between us.
CERVANTES— Don Quixote. Bk. IV. Ch. 13.

FIELDING/Grub Street. Act I. Sc. 4.
GARRICK—Correspondence. (1759) GOLD-
SMITH-She Stoops to Conquer. Act IV.
BEN JONSON-Every Man Out of His Hu-
mour. Act II. Sc. 1. LE SAGE-Gil Blas.

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 CHAPMANAll Fools. Act I. Sc. 1.

L. 98. 5 None ever loved, but at first sight they loved. GEORGE CHAPMANThe Blind Beggar of Alexandria.

(See also MARLOWE)


If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see
The heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.

CONGREVE-Way of the World. Act III. Sc. 3.



Banish that fear; my flame can never waste,
For love sincere refines upon the taste.
COLLEY CIBBERThe Double Gallant. Act V.

Sc. 1.

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
In reason, is judicious, manly, free.

COWPER-The Task. Bk. V. L. 353.


Vivunt in venerem frondes omnisque vicissim
Felix arbor amat; mutant ad mutua palmæ

The leaves live but to love, and in all the lofty grove the happy trees love each his neighbor. CLAUDIANUSDe Nuptiis Honorii et Mariæ.

Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.

HARTLEY COLERIDGE-Song. She is not Fair.

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