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I True love is but a humble, low born thing, And hath its food served up in earthenware; It is a thing to walk with, hand in hand, Through the every-dayness of this workday world. Lowell—Love. L. 1. 2

Not as all other women are
Is she that to my soul is dear;

Her glorious fancies come from far,

Beneath the silver evening star,
And yet her heart is ever near.
Lowell—My Love. St. 1.

3. Wernicht liebt Wein, Weib, und Gesang, Derbleibtein Narr sein Leben lang. He who loves not wine, woman, and song, Remains a fool his whole life long. Attributed to LUTHER by UHLAND in Die Geisterkelter. Found in LUTHER's Tischreden, Prover's at end. Credited to J. H. Voss by REDLICH, Die poetischen Beiträge zum Waudsbecker Bothen, Hamburg, 1871. P. 67. 4 (See BURTON under TEMPTATION)

As love knoweth no lawes, so it regardeth no conditions. LYLy—Euphues. P. 84.

5 Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses; Cupid #. He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how) With these, the crystal on his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. () Love! hath she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? LYLy—Alexander and Campaspe. Act III. Sc. W. Song.

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C'est que je ne vous aime pas.
Paraphrase of MARTIAL by Robert RABUTIN
(De Bussy)—Epigram 32. Bk. I.

1 I love thee not, Nell But why I can't tell. Paraphrase of MARTIAL in THos. FordE's Virtus Rediviva.

2 I love him not, but show no reason wherefore, but this, I do not love the man. Paraphrase of MARTIAL by Rowland WATKYNs—Antipathy. 3 Love is a flame to burn out human wills, Love is a flame to set the will on fire, Love is a flame to cheat men into mire. MASEFIELD–Widow in the Bye Street. Pt. II.

4 Great men, Till they have gained their ends, are giants in Their promises, but, those obtained, weak pigInles In their performance. And it is a maxim Allowed among them, so they may deceive, They may swear anything; for the queen of love, As they hold constantly, does never punish, But smile, at lovers' perjuries. MAssINGER—Great Duke of Florence. Act II. Sc. 3. (See also OvID)

5 'Tis well to be merry and wise, 'Tis well to be honest and true; 'Tis well to be off with the old love, Before vou are on with the new. As by MATURIN, for the motto to “Bertram,” produced at Drury Lane, 1816.

6 It is good to be merry and wise, It is good to be honest and true It is ; to be off with the old love, Before you are on with the new. Published in “Songs of England and Scotland.” London, 1835. Vol. II. P. 73.


I loved you ere I knew you; know you now,

And having known you, love you better still. Owen MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)—Vanini.

8 Love is all in fire, and yet is ever ...; Love is much in winning, yet is more in leesing: Love is ever sick, and yet is never dying; Love is ever true, and yet is ever lying; Love does doat in liking, and is mad in loathing; Love indeed is anything, yet indeed is nothing.

THos. MIDDLETON.—Blurt, Master Constable.

Act II. Sc. 2.

9 I never heard Of any true affection but 'twas nipped. THos. MIDDLETON.—Blurt, Master Constable. Act III. Sc. 2. (See also MooRE under GAZELLE)

id He who for love hath undergone The worst that can befall, Is happier thousandfold than one Who never loved at all. Monckton MILNEs—To Myrzha. On Returning. (See also TENNYSON)

11 Such sober certainty of waking bliss. MILTON.—Comus. 263. (See also WoRDsworth) 12 Imparadis'd in one another's arms. MILTON.—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 50.

13 So dear I love him, that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life. MILTON.—Paradise Lost. Bk. IX. L. 832. 14 It is not virtue, wisdom, valour, wit, Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, That woman's love can win, or long inherit; But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit. MILTON.—Samson Agonistes. L. 1,010. 15 La fleur nommée héliotrope tourne sans cesse vers cet astre du jour, aussimon coeur dorénavant tournera-t-il toujours vers les astres resplendissants devos yeux adorables, ainsique son pôle unique. The flower called heliotrope turns without ceasing to that star of the day, so also my hearthenceforth will turn itself always towards the resplendent stars of your adorable eyes, as towards its only pole. MoLIERE-Le Malade Imaginaire. Act II. Sc. 6. (See also MooRE) 16 L'amour est souvent un fruit de mariage. Love is often a fruit of marriage. MoLIERE–Sganarelle. I. 1.

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1 It is not safe to despise what Love com

A boat at midnight sent alone mands. He reigns supreme, and rules the To drift upon the moonless sea, mighty gods.

A lute, whose leading chord is gone,
A wounded bird, that hath but one

Imperfect wing to soar upon,
Are like what I am, without thee.
MooRE—Loves of the Angels. Second Angel's


2 But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.

MooRE—Love's Young Dream. St. 1.

“Tell me, what's Love;” said Youth, one day,
To drooping Age, who crost his way:-
“It is a sunny hour of play;
For which repentance dear doth pay;

Repentance! Repentance!
And this is Love, as wise men say.”

MooRE—Youth and Age.

4 I've wandered east, I've wandered west, I've bourne a weary lot; But in my wanderings far or near Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart Still travels on its way And channels deeper as it rins The luve o' life's young day. WM. MoTHERWELL-Jeanie Morrison.

Duty's a slave that keeps the keys,

But Love, the master goes in and out

Of his goodly chambers with song and shout,
Just as he please—just as he please.
D. M. MULock—Plighted.

6 Ah, dearer than my soul . Dearer than light, or life, or fame. OLDHAM—Lament for Saul and Jonathan. (See also WoRDsworth)


Militat omnis amans.
Every lover is a soldier. (Love is a warfare.)
OvID—Amorum. I. 9. 1.

8 Quinon vult fieri desidiosus, amet. Let the man who does not wish to be idle, fall in love. OvID—Amorum. I. 9. 46.

9 Sic ego nec sine te nec tecum vivere possum Et videor votinescius esse mei. Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes. OvID—Amorum. Bk. III. 10. 39. to Jupiter exalto perjuria ridet amantum. Jupiter from on high laughs at the perjuries of lovers. OvID—Ars Amatoria. Bk. I. 633. (See also DRYDEN)

it. Resest solicitiplena timoris amor. Love is a thing full of anxious fears. OvID—Heroides. I. 12. 12 icquid Amor jussit nonest contemnere tutum. t, et in dominos jus habet ille deos.

OvID—Heroides. IV. 11.

13 Heimihis quod nullis amorest medicabilis herbis.

Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.

OvID–Metamorphoses. I. 523.

14 Non bene conveniunt, nec in una sede morantur, Majestas et amor.

Majesty and love do not well agree, nor do they live together. OvID–Metamorphoses. II. 846.

15 Credula res amor est.

Love is a credulous thing.

ow-gfamo. "II. 826. Heroides.

16 Otia si tollas, periere cupidinis arcus. If you give up your quiet life, the bow of Cupid "if lose its power. OvID—Remedia Amoris. CXXXIX.

17 Qui finem quaeris amoris, (Cedit amor rebus) res age; tutus eris. If thou wishest to É. an end to love, attend to business (love yields to employment); then thou wilt be safe. OvID—Remedia Amoris. CXLIII.


Let those love now who never lov'd before,

Let those who always loved now love the more.

THos. PARNELL–Trans. of the Pervigilium

Veneris. Ancient poem. Author unknown.
Ascribed to CATULLUs. See also BURTON
—Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III. Sec. II.
Memb. 5. 5.

19 The moods of love are like the wind, And none knows whence or why they rise. Cove NTRY PATMORE-The Angel in the House. Sarum Plain. Mo dela y merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes . Cupid's curse, They that do change old love for new, Pray gods, they change for worse! GEORGE PEELE-Cupid's Curse; From the Arraignment of Paris.


What thing is love?—for (well I wot) love is a thing.

It is a prick, it is a sting.

It is a pretty, pretty thing;

It is a fire, it is a coal,

Whose flame creeps in at every hole!

GEORGE PEELE-Miscellaneous Poems. The

Hunting of Cupid.

22 Love will make men dare to die for their be

loved—love alone; and women as well as men. PLATo-The Symposium.

23 Qui amat, tamen hercle si esurit, nullum esurit. He that is in love, faith, if he be hungry, is not hungry at all. PLAUTUs—Casina. IV. 2, 16.

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