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This lass so neat, with smile so sweet,

Has won my right good will,
I'd crowns resign to call her mine,

Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.
Ascribed to LEONARD MCNALLY, who married

Miss I'ANSON, one of the claimants for the
Sketches of His Own Times. Vol. II. P. 47.
Also credited to WILLIAM UPTON. It ap-
peared in Public Advertiser, Aug. 3, 1789.
*Sweet Lass of Richmond Hill" erroneously
said to have been a sweetheart of King

George III. 12 When Madelon comes out to serve us drinks,

We always know she's coming by her song. And every man he tells his little tale,

And Madelon, she listens all day long. Our Madelon is never too severe A kiss or two is nothing much to herShe laughs us up to love and life and GodMadelon, Madelon, Madelon. MadelonSong of the French Soldiers in the

Great War.



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

LOWELL-Love. L. 1.

Not as all other women are

Is she that to my soul is dear; Her glorious fanries come from far, Beneath the silver evening star,

And yet her heart is ever near.

LOWELL-My Love. St. 1.
Wer nicht liebt Wein, Weib, und Gesang,
Der bleibt ein 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 Tisch-
reden, Proverbs at end. Credited to J. H.
Voss by REDLICH, Die poetischen Beiträge
zum Waudsbecker Bothen, Hamburg, 1871.
P. 67.

(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 paid; 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.

V. Song. It is better to poyson hir with the sweet bait of love. LYLY-Euphues.

(See also ROMEO AND JULIET) Nothing is more hateful than love. LYLY-Euphues.

(See also TROILUS AND CRESSIDA) The lover in the husband may be lost.

LORD LYTTLETON--Advice to a Lady. St. 13. Xone without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair: But Love can hope where Reason would despair.


10 But thou, through good and evil, praise and

Wilt not thou love me for myself alone?
Yes, thou wilt love me with exceeding love,

And I will tenfold all that love repay;
Still smiling, though the tender may reprove,

Still faithful, though the trusted may betray.
MACAULAY--Lines Written July 30, 1847.

Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?
MARLOWE-Hero and Leander. First Sestiad.

L. 176. Quoted as a "dead shepherd's saw.”
Found in As You Like It.

(See also CHAPMAN) Love me little, love me long. MARLOWEThe Jew of Malta. Act IV. Sc. 6.

(See also HERRICK) Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, or hills, or fields, Or woods and steepy mountains, yield. MARLOWEThe Passionate Shepherd to his

Love. St. 1.



Quand on n'a pas ce que l'on aime, il faut aimer ce que l'on a.

'If one does not possess what one loves, one should love what one has. MARMONTEL. Quoted by MOORE in Irish

Melodies. The Irish Peasant to His Mistress.



Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare; Hoc tantum posse dicere: non amo te.

I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee. MARTIAL-Epigrams. I. 33. 1. (Name sometimes given "Savidi.")

(See also CATULLUS) I do not love thee, Dr. Fell. But why I cannot tell; But this I know full well, I do not love thee, Dr. Fell. Paraphrase of MARTIAL by Tom BROWN, as

given in his Works, ed. by DRAKE. (1760) Answer to DEAN JOHN FELL, of Oxford.

IV. 100.
Je ne vous aime pas, Hylas;

Je n'en saurois dire la cause;
Je sais seulement une chose.

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It is not safe to despise what Love commands. He reigns supreme, and rules the mighty gods. OVID—Heroides. IV. 11.


Hei mihi! quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbis.

Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.
OVID-Metamorphoses. I. 523.

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.


A boat at midnight sent alone

To drift upon the moonless sea,
A lute, whose leading chord is gone,

A wounded bird, that hath but one
Imperfect wing to soar upg

Are like what I am, without thee.
MOORE—Loves of the Angels. Second Angel's

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.
I've wandered east, I've wandered west,

l'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. MULOCKPlighted.

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Ah, dearer than my soul
Dearer than light, or life, or fame.
OLDHAMLament for Saul and Jonathan.


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.
The moods of love are like the wind,
And none knows whence or why they rise.
COVENTRY PATMORE—The Angel in the House.

Sarum Plain.

Militat omnis amans.

Every lover is a soldier. (Love is a warfare.) OVIDAmorum. I. 9. 1.



Qui non vult fieri desidiosus, amet.

Let the man who does not wish to be idle, fall in love. OVID-Amorum. I. 9. 46.

My merry, merry, merry roundelay

Concludes with Cupid's curse,
They that do change old love for new,

Pray gods, they change for worse!
GEORGE PEELE—Cupid's Curse; From the Ar-

raignment of Paris.



Sic ego nec sine te nec tecum vivere possum
Et videor voti nescius 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.

10 Jupiter ex alto perjuria ridet amantum.

Jupiter from on high laughs at the perjuries of lovers. OVID--Ars Amatoria. Bk. I. 633.

(See also DRYDEN)

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 beloved—love alone; and women as well as men.

PLATOThe Symposium.


Res est soliciti plena timoris amor.

Love is a thing full of anxious fears. OVID/Heroides. I. 12.



Quicquid Amor jussit non est contemnere tutum. Regnat, et in dominos jus habet ille deos.

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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Thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women.

II Samuel. I. 26.

2 Raum ist in der kleinsten Hütte Für ein glücklich liebend Paar.

In the smallest cot there is room enough for a loving pair. SCHILLER-Der Jüngling am Bache. St. 4.

3 Arm in Arm mit dir, So fordr' ich mein Jahrhundert in die Schranken.

Thus Arm in Arm with thee I dare defy my century into the lists.

SCHILLER-Don Carlos. I. 9. 97.

Where shall the lover rest,

Whom the fates sever
From his true maiden's breast,

Parted for ever?
Where, through groves deep and high,

Sounds the far billow,
Where early violets die,

Under the willow.
SCOTT-Marmion. Canto III. St. 10.


Magis gauderes quod habueras, quam moereres quod amiseras.

Better to have loved and lost, than not to have loved at all. (Free trans.) SENECA---Epistles. 99.

(See also TENNYSON)


Odit verus amor nec patitur moras.

True love hates and will not bear delay. SENECAHercules Furens. 588.


Qui blandiendo dulce nutrivit malum,
Sero recusat ferre, quod subiit, jugum.

He who has fostered the sweet poison of love by fondling it, finds it too late to refuse the yoke which he has of his own accord assumed. SENECA-Hippolytus. CXXXIV.


Ah, to that far distant strand

Bridge there was not to convey,
Not a bark was near at hand,

Yet true love soon found the way.
SCHILLER-Hero and Leander. BOWRING'S

O dass sie ewig grünen bliebe,
Die schöne Zeit der jungen Liebe.
O that it might remain eternally green,
The beautiful time of youthful love.
SCHILLER--Lied von der Glocke.

Ich habe genossen das irdische Glück,
Ich habe gelebt und geliebt.

I have enjoyed earthly happiness,
I have lived and loved.
SCHILLER—Piccolomini. III. 7. 9.

Mortals, while through the world you go,

Hope may succor and faith befriend,
Yet happy your hearts if you can but know,

Love awaits at the journey's end!
CLINTON SCOLLARD——The Journey's End-

And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.

Scott-Lady of the Lake. Canto IV. St. 1.

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In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;
In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen;
In hamlets, dances on the green.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below, and saints above;
For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Scott-Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto III.

St. 2.
Her blue eyes sought the west afar,
For lovers love the western star.
SCOTT--Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto III.

St. 24. 11 True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven. It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind. Scort-Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto V.

St. 13. (see also SPENSER)

But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?

Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.

As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 418. 22

O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal.

As You Like It. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 208,

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