There is a lady sweet and kind, And yet I love her till I die. Ascribed to HERRICK in the Scottish Student's Song-Book. Found on back of leaf 53 of Popish Kingdome or reigne of Antichrist, in Latin verse by THOMAS NAOGEORGUS, and Englished by BARNABE GOOGE. Printed 1570. See Notes and Queries. S. IX. X. 427. Lines from Elizabethan Song-books. BULLEN. P. 31. Reprinted from THOMAS FORD'S Music of Sundry Kinds. (1607) (See also ARVERS) 10 Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be: Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee, A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find, HERRICK-TO Anthea, who may command him anything. No. 268. 11 They do not love that do not show their love. HEYWOOD - Proverbs. Pt. II. Ch. IX. 1 Love has a tide! HELEN HUNT JACKSON-Tides. 2 When love is at its best, one loves So much that he cannot forget. HELEN HUNT JACKSON-Two Truths. 3 Love's like the flies, and, drawing-room or garret, goes all over a house." DOUGLAS JERROLD Jerrold's Wit. Love. 4 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. John. XV. 13. 5 There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear. I John. IV. 18. 6 Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is Love, forgive us! cinders, ashes, dust. KEATS-Lamia. Pt. II. 7 I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth. KEATS Letters. No. XXXVII. 8 When late I attempted your pity to move, Why seemed you so deaf to my prayers? Perhaps it was right to dissemb'e your love But why did you kick me downstairs? J. P. KEMBLE-Panel. Act I. Sc. 1. Quoted from Asylum for Fugitive Pieces. Vol. I. P. 15. (1785) where it appeared anonymously. Kemble is credited with its authorship. The Panel is adapted from BICKERSTAFF'S 'Tis Well 'Tis No Worse, but these lines are not therein. It may also be found in Annual Register. Appendix. (1783) P. 201. What's this dull town to me? Robin's not near He whom I wished to see, Where's all the joy and mirth CAROLINE KEPPEL-Robin Adair. 10 The heart of a man to the heart of a maid- Morning awaits at the end of the world, 11 The white moth to the closing vine, The bee to the open clover, And the Gypsy blood to the Gypsy blood Ever the wide world over. KIPLING Gypsy Trail. 12 The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky The deer to the wholesome wold; And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid, As it was in the days of old. KIPLING Gypsy Trail. |