There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,

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)

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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,
That heart I'll give to thee.

HERRICK-TO Anthea, who may command him anything. No. 268.

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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,
Wished for to hear;

Where's all the joy and mirth
Made life a heaven on earth?
O! they're all fled with thee,
Robin Adair.

CAROLINE KEPPEL-Robin Adair.

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The heart of a man to the heart of a maid-
Light of my tents, be fleet-

Morning awaits at the end of the world,
And the world is all at our feet.
KIPLING Gypsy Trail.

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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.

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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.